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Speak - Chapter 4

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Story Description: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to @yuki254 @purplegardenwhispers and @zheezs14 for answering my last post. It's a bit heartbreaking but I rather do like angst and hurt/no comfort 😅 Paul will get his happy ending some day.

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Chapter 4

It was one thing to hear about the imprint bond and how strong it could be, but it was another to experience it. Hot-headed Paul always thought himself too good to have the universe choose who would be eternally connected to him through a supernatural bond – he’d simply choose who he’d spend the rest of his life with. It was his life and he would decide what to do with it.

It never crossed his mind that he’d see his imprint so soon, or that it would be the sister of a bloodsucker sympathizer.

That night he had been with the pack, like every night before, enjoying another bonfire in celebration of the departure of the Cullens. The only difference was that there was Christmas food and decoration. Other than that, it was a normal night.

Then, from afar, he picked up Jacob Black’s scent as well as an intriguing mysterious one. He could smell her, hear her, but he did not turn to look at her. Not yet. Jared and Paul remained throwing a football back and forth, ignoring the newcomer.

But it didn’t last long.

As he ran around the sand, laughing with his friends, he could feel eyes burning into his back. He did not want to give in to temptation. He did not want to turn his head.

Alas, he did.

The feeling was instant, and he recognized it immediately. As their gazes connected, he felt the way everything shifted. Every atom that made up his being screamed to get closer to her, every cell in his body yearned for her warmth, there was nothing in his body that was not calling for her. He understood what Sam had told him. The whole gravitational pull spiel and the priority shift, he understood. As much as he wanted to break their stare, he simply couldn’t. He wanted to stare into her eyes for eternity.

Jacob noticed that, and Paul could smell the jealousy from where he stood. She, (Y/N) he heard, was asking about him and Jake didn’t like it. Still, he had something over Paul. He was already close to her.

“It happened, didn’t it?” Jared questioned his friend with a knowing grin on his face. “Can’t believe it’s (Y/N) Swan. I mean, the sister of a vampire lover. That’s hilarious!”

“Shut up, Jared.”

“Ooh, and look at Jake,” he continued. “He’s got his arm on your girl. What’re you gonna do about it?”

“She’s not my girl,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “And there’s nothing I can do. I don’t even know her. So, leave it alone.”

“Now, look, they’re leaving. Together,” Jared continued to tease, though everyone could tell Paul’s wick was burning short. “Can’t believe Jacob Black is stealing your girl.”

“SHE’S NOT MY GIRL!” Paul finally exploded before he sauntered off.

“Let him go,” Sam whispered to Jared. “He just needs some time to cool off.”

Paul had no idea where he was going, but his legs were taking him further and further from the beach. The smell of ash and the ocean were soon replaced with the smell of the pine trees that surrounded him. And suddenly, the smell of car oil hit his nose.

Somehow, he had made his way to the Black residence, and he heard that sweet sound he had just witnessed a mere two hours before. But the words that were coming out of her mouth only worked to infuriate him.

“If you’re gonna do something, Jake,” (Y/N) teased. “Then do it.”

The wolf saw from far away how Jacob leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Paul could see as the other boy devoured (Y/N) like he was claiming her as his. And as he saw their hands roam, he couldn’t help the anger and jealousy that was bubbling under the surface. He wanted to walk up to them and rip the boy off her, but he knew that it would be absolutely psychotic. She didn’t know him and that would not be the right first impression.

He couldn’t stop the rippling he felt in his body. The anger only grew as he stared at the scene unfolding. He had no right to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it. Paul ran into the shadow of the woods letting his body transform into what it wanted. His body ripped as he allowed the shift to take over him.

Paul wanted to feel something other than anger. He wanted to feel the cold air of autumn nip at his lungs, the wind prickling at his eyes, the burn of exhaustion in his legs. He wanted to feel everything – anything but the call to her.

Sam had told them how the imprint bond felt. That those days he spent apart from Emily had torn his heart into two, always searching for its missing piece. He said it was an imaginable pain, and it simply got worse when she asked him to stay away and hurt her. Paul had always thought that he was stronger than any supernatural bong, but as he felt the ache in his chest, he knew this type of pain was not meant to be survivable.

So, he ran.

He ran until his legs felt almost numb, until his lungs were screaming at the cold air they were taking in, until the trees around him were simply a blur in his eyes. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to be tied to another person, at least not like this. Paul always thought his love life was something he’d at least be able to control. Just that little aspect of his life he wanted to be able to make a choice for himself.

Paul ignored the calls from the other pack members, emptying his mind of any thoughts. Still, (Y/N) Swan still managed to sneak her way into his head. He could see her (Y/H/C) hair flowing in the wind, her curious (Y/E/C) eyes staring back at him, and her nose turning red in the cold weather of December. He could remember her scent, a sweet mix of almond vanilla with the signature pine smell of Forks.

Everything inside him was telling him to turn around. To go to her and explain everything, bringing her into the nonsensical world of vampires and werewolves and all in between. He wanted to simply feel her warmth close to him – he’d be satisfied with just that little. But he wouldn’t allow himself to. He kept running until he collapsed from exhaustion.

When his eyes fluttered open, morning had come and his body had turned back to human form. Beside him neatly folded clothes were placed and he knew Jared had found his wolf at some point last night. Paul didn’t feel like talking about what happened. He was sure they both already knew.

He couldn’t fathom the power (Y/N) already had over him. She had overtaken every thought in his head. Even if he only knew her name and what she looked like, he missed her.

As he dressed, an angry scowl had cemented itself on his face. Paul did not want the control the imprint bond brought. If he was going to be tied to someone, it was because he chose to, not because of a supernatural link. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

Once more, his legs were taking him somewhere and he failed to know where. That was until his fist was knocking against the front door of the Black residence. Before his head had caught up to what he was doing, the white door was opening.

“Paul?” Jacob questioned. “What are you doing here?”

And he wasn’t completely sure, but apparently, his voice was. “You need to stay away from (Y/N),” he stated with unwarranted confidence — and maybe a tinge of anger.

“And why exactly is that? Last time I checked, she’s nothing to you.”

“Look, man, it’s a complicated thing. But just stay away from her,” he grumbled. “She deserves better than you.”

“And, what, that’s you?” Jacob scoffed. There was an offense to his tone. Who was Paul to come to his house and say he wasn’t man enough for (Y/N)? “You don’t even know her, Paul.”

“Jacob, you really don’t wanna cross me. So do yourself a favor and keep your distance. Got that?”

“Let me tell you how this is gonna go, Pauly,” Jake teased. “I’m gonna ask (Y/N) to be my girlfriend; she’s gonna say yes; and you’re gonna be in that weird gang with Jared and Sam, far from us. You got that?”

Paul found himself breathing heavily once again in front of the red barn house. Jacob had the upper hand here. He was close friends with (Y/N) and her sister. He knew their father. And he could tell that (Y/N) liked him. Even if he kept telling himself that he didn’t care for the link, every fiber inside him was already getting overprotective over her.

“Anything else?” At Paul’s lack of response, a cocky smile grew on Jake’s face. “Well, thanks for coming by. I’m actually getting ready to go see (Y/N) soon.”

Anger shook within Paul’s body as the door closed on his face. He could feel the wolf wanting to jump out and wreak havoc on the house, but no one really was to blame. He was no one to (Y/N), and he would continue to be no one if he didn’t do something about it. Still, all he could see now was red.

Jacob had known just the right words to send him into a spiral. He knew that Paul had no ground to stand on. (Y/N) knew nothing of him or why he wanted to be close to her. And he wasn’t thinking of changing that too soon.

“Let’s take a walk, Paul,” Sam’s voice boomed from behind the shaking boy. “You need to calm down.”

The pair walked in silence at first. With Paul practicing breathing techniques to calm himself down, and Sam was simply quiet. Even the world around them had seemed to quiet down. The soft whistling of the wind, the chirp of the birds, and the rustling of the trees had all died down.

“So, what do you wanna do?” Sam started.

“About?”

“We all know that you imprinted on the younger Swan last night, Paul. Maybe we should start there?”

Paul could only sigh. He knew exactly what the conversation would be about, but he simply didn’t want to face it. “There’s nothing for me to do,” Paul stated. “She’s with Jake. That’s that.”

“You know both of you will find it hard to resist the pull. As every day passes it’ll get harder and harder to stay away,” the older shifter explained. “There will come a point where you will have no other choice than to tell her everything that is happening — from who we are to why we are this way. You can try to avoid it for as long as you can, but sooner or later it will become unbearable.”

“I don’t see the point,” he chuckled dryly. “Why would I bring an innocent person into this world if she doesn’t need to be? You’ve told us we become whatever our imprint needs from us. She needs me to stay away.”

“That’s not for you to decide, Paul, and you know it. She needs to decide that for herself.”

“Well, it’s not like you can force me to tell her anything. This is my decision.”

“What’s gonna happen when she keeps coming here?” Sam retorted. “What’re you gonna do when she finds herself looking for you for answers? Are you gonna keep pushing her away?”

“If it’s what’s best for her, then yes.”

“Paul..”

“Look, Sam, I understand that you wanna help. But I didn’t t ask for this. I don’t want this,” Paul exclaimed. “(Y/N) Swan is complicated, and my life is complicated enough as it is. I made my decision. And that’s that. Now, can we just drop this?”

“Alright, Paul. But if you ever change your mind, know that you can always talk to me about it.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Paul didn’t want to change his mind. That much he knew at that point. But with his thoughts consumed by the image of her, he didn’t know how long that would last.

There was an independence he was used to. Paul had never been tied down by anything or anyone. He’d come from a broken home, where nothing lasted forever. Not even love. He’d known of heartache from a young age and it was something he knew he did not want to experience again. Least of all because his supernatural genes decided it to be so.

As he lay in bed that night, he remembered her on the beach. Her beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes gleamed under the moonlight, her pale skin warmed by the shine of the fire, her (Y/H/C) hair blowing in the wind of the night. She had been a vision to him. The most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Beautiful and untouchable.

Drifting to sleep, (Y/N) Swan was the last thing omg his mind. And suddenly, everything shifted.

He was standing in a clearing, looking over a still river. He was dressed in white linen shorts and his feet and chest were bare. Paul breathed in the fresh air, listened to the low hum of the wind and the babbling of the brook, and felt the tickling of the grass on his feet. The sun felt warm against his skin, warmer than his body temperature, beckoning a smile to his face.

And Paul wasn’t by himself either.

“You look beautiful, darling,” he told her. “Absolutely radiant.”

“Thank you, Paul. And you look as handsome as ever,” (Y/N) giggled. “Come here.”

He walked slowly to her, a playful grin propped on his face. His arms circled her waist and wrapped her in a tight hug, lifting her from the ground and spinning her around. As he slid her back to the ground, he placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb running through her cheek. (Y/N) closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch, his warmth feeling better than the one the sun provided.

He felt different than his usual self with her. The fire that normally burned inside him and made him feel like a ticking bomb wasted away. She made him feel calm, grounded. There was a homely feeling to having her in his arms. Like he had found a missing piece. She fit perfectly between his arms, like she was made to be there.

(Y/N) allowed him to pull her toward the water, sinking into the comfortable river. She gave him a smile and shrieked happily as the coldness seeped through her bones. Her white dress quickly soaked and his shorts darkened.

“This water is freezing, Paul,” she whispered to him. He kept her close, his arms wrapped around her. “Don’t you dare let go.”

“I would never, beautiful,” he grinned. Paul was close to her, so close he could see his breath moving the water droplets on her face. “I’ve got you now, and I’m never planning on letting you go.”

“Is that a threat?” she joked, copying the smile on his face.

“It’s a promise, darling,” Paul said. “It’s a promise.”

He closed the space between them and pressed their lips together. (Y/N) felt sparks running through her body, the feeling of belonging washing over her. This is where she was meant to be. He was who she was meant to be with.

There was a feeling rippling inside him that he’d never felt before. Sure he had a couple of girlfriends, and some flings here and there. But never this feeling. This sentiment was foreign and it took over his whole being. It flowed through his veins and settled in his heart. It was an emotion he had heard of time and time again but he never had a reason to feel it.

So he spoke of it.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

And she said it back.

“I love you more, Paul.”

Paul felt he would startle awake from the dream. But he wanted to witness more. He wanted to feel this feeling for as long as he could. Because he knew once he woke it would all disappear. All in the blink of an eye.

So, he shut his eyes harder and he kept dreaming.

And she was still there. In his dream, she was still there. Looking at her with so much love and joy that he was okay if he never woke. Here he was happy, unencumbered by his responsibilities as a shifter. Here he wasn’t part of a pack, he didn’t have to protect the people around him from the vampires that loomed or keep any treaty. Here he could simply be. And be with her by his side.

“What’re you thinking of in there?” (Y/N) smiled at him with so much warmth he could feel it inside him. Her lips kissed his forehead with a tender touch. “You’re awfully quiet.”

“I’m thinking of you,” he said. “I’m always thinking of you.”

“All good things I hope.”

“The best,” he chuckled. “There’s nothing bad I could ever think of you.”

“Tell me then,” she giggled. “Tell me one of the things you think of.”

“How I am the luckiest person alive because you chose to be with me. I’m still not very sure why you would choose me.”

“Because you chose me,” she smiled. Her hand traced his face like she was committing every line to her memory. “The universe really knew what it was doing by bringing us together, huh?”

“It seems so. Remind me again why it took this long?”

“We all know it was your stubbornness,” she laughed. “But never mind all that. This. This is all worth it. It’s all a dream.”

“A dream I never want to wake from.”

But a dream it all was. And a dream it would remain for Paul for the time being. He would stay away from her as much as he could — at least until his heart could take it. But he knew he could always see her in his dreams. A place where no one would speak of what he should or shouldn’t do with his life.

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blackbirdie1234 · 3 months

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When the poll decides which character I should write for which trope should I do?

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smuttyazrael · 9 months

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idea for wolves 10- do you think we can get a little something something for reader giving Sam that little bit extra since em doesn't really do much for him? maybe she comes over to help him out when em is grocery shopping or she helps in the woods after his patrol against a tree? feel free to do whatever! I just wanted to see reader giving extra attention to Sam or jared

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Leaving school for the day you see Sam in wolf form at the edge of the forest. You head over and pet the top of his head. He shoves his muzzle in between your legs pushing his nose against your pussy. You get the idea and head a little further into the forest. Sam’s nose not heading far from your pussy as you walk. All of a sudden his nose disappears and you turn around to see what happened. He’s phased back and his hard cock standing proudly in front. Bobbing up and down.

“Down on your knees, Y/N. You know the drill.” Sam orders using his Alpha voice.

You feel a gush of wetness leak into your panties. Your panties are so wet that your dripping down your thighs. Sam gives you a smirk smelling how wet you are. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He does this every time You end school and he’s on patrol. You love his alpha voice. You fall to your knees taking his large cock in your small hands.

Last time he did this you both were in the school parking lot. He took you on top of Paul’s car. He had you squirt on the hood. Paul licked it off when he got off class while you fingered his ass making him cum in the same spot Sam did on his car. Paul loved rubbing the head of his cock in Sam's cum loving his Alphas smell on him.

When one of the boys don't listen to Sam, he will jerk off on them. This sets the wolf off on a cumming frenzy. Doing anything they can to not only get more of thier Alphas scent on them. Cum being the strongest. But also trying to add thiers to thier Alphas. So anyone who can smell it associates thier Alpha with them.

Sam had to do it at a pack meeting one time. Emily was in the kitchen. You were bouncing on Pauls cock. Jared wasn't listening, so Sam jerked off into Jareds lap. Right after Sam came, Jared came hard without even touching himself. All the rest of the wolves except Paul were trying to touch Sams cock for some of his cum as well. Paul just dumped his load inside you, remembering how often Sam has done that to him. Without removing his cock from me he mouths off to Sam. San pulls you off Pauls cock and shoves his cock in you. He blows one load in you to replace Pauls cum and uses you as a cock sleeve you were drooling the whole time loving it. When Sams ready to cum he pulls out and cums on Pauls lap. You fall to the floor cock drunk. Paul moans out cumming in his lap as well without touching his cock. When Emily comes back all the wolves but Sam has 2 loads in their laps, the rest trying to hide it. Paul stretched out happy as ever. Your still cock drunk on the floor.

You lick the tip of Sam’s cock trying to tease him. He has hold of your hair and just pushes his cock all the way into your mouth and down your throat. You moan around his cock causing him to thrust and moan as well. He pulls his cock from your mouth. You try to follow his cock. He just taps your lips with it. You stick your tongue out. He taps his cock on your tongue allowing you to taste his pre cum leaking out of the tip. He pulls you up and rips your panties.

“These have to go as well.” He says ripping your top and skirt.

He loves making you have to walk home naked with his cum dripping down your thighs. He loves it more when one of the wolves comes across you and has their way with you. They can smell that their Alpha has fucked you and are attracted to that smell. Generally, Sam will watch making sure he is just in your vision. He makes you watch him jerk his hard cock while the other wolf fucks you. He will end up cumming on the forest floor at the same time as the other wolf is cumming inside of you. His wolf getting off on the fact that his pack is satisfied.

He pushes you against the tree having your ass stick out. He smacks it and you moan loud.

“You want everyone in Forks and La Push to hear how you’re a slut for Alpha cock?” Sam asks you causing you to gush and moan.

He slips easily into your sopping wet pussy. He groans out quietly behind you. He starts thrusting wildly. You hang on to the tree to not fall. He ignores your throbbing clit and keeps thrusting like a wild man. You feel him spurt cum in your pussy. He cums so much that as he pulls out some of it streams out behind his cock. He pulls you up and pushes you in front of him. You feel him dripping down your thighs. As you walk you can feel his hard cock tapping your ass and it bobs up in down.

“Please Alpha,” You beg him. He groans loving you calling him Alpha, as he arrives at his place. You can see Emily moving around the house.

“You’re going to go in there and act like nothing is wrong, got it?” Sam orders. He pulls his t-shirt out and wipes his cock with it getting his slimey cum on it.

He slips it over your head and you nod agreeing desperate to cum. He takes your hand and leads you into the house. You both greet Emily. Emily is cooking away at the stove. Sam pushes you over the counter shoving his cock into your pussy so only the counter separates you and him from Emily.

“You better talk to her or she might think something is wrong.” Sam orders while thrusting into you.

“So, uh- Emily.” You get out between moans. Your absolutely dripping with excitement around his cock. “How was your trip to see your parents?” You ask her that hoping it will keep her talking so you don’t have to talk as much.

She takes the bait and starts talking about her trip. You aren’t paying attention. Your just focusing on how you can feel every ridge and vein of Sam’s hard cock thrusting into you. She glances at you and Sam, just as Sam thrusts in. He pulls your chest to his like he’s hugging you from behind.

“You two are so cute,” Emily comments looking back. You just give a moan at the new angle. Sam reaches his hand up his shirt and pinches your nipples causing you to moan out again. “Is Y/N alright?”

“Yeah, she’s just a little full.” Sam says with a bit of a pant while thrusting.

As she turns back he reaches down and pinches your clit at the same time as one of your nipples. As he thrusts into you. You clamp down on him with a moan and squirt causing it to sound like water is spilling on the floor. Sam gives a groan and cums inside of you.

“She must really be full,” Emily says not turning around having no idea that you're full of your alpha her imprints cum and hard cock. You can feel it spurting rope after rope.

"Yeah, very full." Sam says panting hard while cumming.

Sam’s cock spurting rope after rope painting your walls again with cum. He pulls out and you all hear slaps of his cum hitting the floor.

“What was that?” Emily asks you both.

“Y/N spilt some water. She can clean it up.” Sam orders you a little more subtlety. You still hear the order though. She hands you a cloth. Sam takes it from you and whispers. “Lick it up. And clean my cock.”

You get on your hands and knees and lick both your cum and his off the floor. You can see him jerking his cock off. You lick your lips. He's pouring pre cum out on the floor. You have to lick faster then the pre cum hits the floor. He helps you by jerking off over your back dripping his pre cum on your bare back. That way you can lick both your loads off the ground.

Once that’s done you take his cock in your hand. He thrusts into your mouth. The tastes both of your cum mingled together. He keeps thrusting in your mouth and you understand that he wants to cum again.

“Where’s Y/N gone?” Emily asks turning around.

“The washroom. To clean up.” Sam lies while panting lightly. “Do you think we can have some sex tonight?” He asks her while thrusting into your mouth. You suctioning his cock.

“You’re such a horn dog. Not today. I want to be fresh for making food for the BBQ tomorrow.” She says brushing him off. Clearly not realizing he is asking while another imprint is sucking his hard cock and that he has cum three times already, but still nesds to cum again.

His wolf taking control grabbing the back of your head and thrusts harder into your mouth with Emily watching. The wolf wanting his imprint to see that if she won't help him cum his pack will. Emily starts discussing the BBQ plans. Sam tips his head back with a groan cums in your mouth.

“Sam, are you alright?” Emily asks concerned.

“Yeah, just feeling a little empty.” He says panting hard, pulling his cock out of your mouth after you swallow part of his massive load wanting to coat your face with the rest of his load. Emily turns back to the stove. He stands you up pulling his top off you and leads you to the door. “Y/N has to go and I should walk her home to make sure she gets there safe.” Sam calls out to Emily. If she comes to say goodbye she will see his load dripping down your thighs and sitting on you face. She just yells bye and Sam leads you out. He’s probably hoping you will run into another wolf on the way home. You make your way through the forest naked dripping Sam’s cum. You know he’s watching you and can’t help but rub your clit at that. You see Jared standing against a tree.

“Isn’t it nice seeing you here. All covered in my Alpha. Makes you irresistible.” Jared says taking a deep smell of the air.

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Endangered | Chapter Ten

Paul Lahote x OFC

Endangered Masterlist

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, "Anna", moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

A/N: We are getting spicy here friends. 18+ warning for the end on this chapter

Warnings include: penetration, fingering, oral (fem receiving), cursing, Paul being a simp

MINORS DNI!!!!!

Charlie made me cry one more time that morning, by ordering pancakes from the diner and bringing them home for me, continuing the tradition I was sure would be forgotten since Bella’s birthday. It was just us at the table, but that was okay, it was always just the two of us nowadays.

It's now almost 11:30, and I’m in front of my mirror, staring intently over the clothes I had on. I didn’t want to wear my usual jeans and t-shirt, but the corduroy skirt I was wearing hugged my curves in a way I hadn’t exposed in a while. I was more inclined to be bundled up lately, still not acclimating well to the cold. I had tights on, and after debating for a few more minutes, I figure that if I really get cold, Paul’s 108-degree body heat could help. Sliding an oversized beige sweater over my head, I tucked it into the skirt. Satisfied, I adjust Paul’s bracelet, so it wasn’t under the sleeve, I liked being able to see it.

I added a gold pendant on a long chain that belonged to my mother. It was a sun stamped into gold, and the protection magic in it was actually hers. I am pulling on wool boot socks when I hear Paul knocking on the front door.

I rush to open it, but as I open my bedroom door, Bella walks out into the hallway at the same time, stopping me in my tracks.

“Hi,” I say as she looks me over quizzically. She nods, about to walk past me to the bathroom when she stops.

“Where are you going?” She asks, surprising me. I couldn’t remember the last time I heard her actual voice.

“Oh, uhm... I’m going to my birthday party.”

She flinches at the mention of birthdays, and I move to head downstairs, not wanting to cause Charlie more strife tonight by reminding her of the last time she saw the Cullens. As I reach the top step, she calls my name.

“Anna? Happy birthday,” there’s a tinge of regret in her tone, and I force myself to smile and say thank you.

Charlie has beaten to the door where Paul stands in jeans and a Henley shirt. They are engaged in what seems to be a meaningful conversation, Charlie’s hand on Paul’s shoulder. Charlie is speaking lowly so I can’t hear, and Paul’s face is void of any telling emotion. I clear my throat to announce my presence.

“Ready?” I ask. They both turn to face me, and I can feel the relief Paul feels from my interruption, followed by another emotion I can’t discern as he looks me over.

“Yeah,” Charlie says, “I hope you have a good time Anna, be safe, be responsible, no peer pressure and all that.”

“Got it, Uncle Charlie. No intravenous drugs, just the tame stuff,” I say, walking over to Paul in the doorway, putting an arm around him.

“Haha, very funny,” he says dryly, “Happy Birthday kid, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Nodding, I grab my bag that was already by the door. I’m not sure how Paul got Charlie to agree to stay overnight with everyone, but I’m sure Emily had something to do with it. I say goodbye as we walk to Paul’s truck.

“You look gorgeous as always,” he says helping me up into the passenger seat, that same discernible feeling thrumming through my chest.

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“Happy Birthday!” A chorus of voices greets me as I enter Emily’s house, making me shriek back in shock, then laugh. Sam and Jared are in front, with Emily and Kim by their sides, and scattered around the room are some of my friends from school, Mike, Eric, Angela, and Jessica. With Bella isolating herself so much, we had all banded together, bonding over our concern and feelings of abandonment from the other Swan. In her absence, Mike had even turned some of his flirty attention on me, I’m shocked Paul invited him.

Emily’s house has a gorgeous open concept, with large French doors leading to the backyard, where everything is decorated. Smiling faces crowd me one by one as they take turns giving me hugs. On the table, Emily has laid out an array of food, I can smell something on the grill in the backyard.

I thank everyone and they shortly break off into smaller groups, Sam and Jared go back outside, and to my surprise, Eric and Mike follow. I turn to Paul, wrapping my arms around his neck in a hug.

“Thank you,” I whisper, “You were right, I would have been sad without celebrating today.”

“Of course, love,” he says lifting me off the ground for a moment. When he puts me down, he tells me he’s going to check in with Emily and Kim, making sure there wasn’t anything else they needed help with, and instructing me to go see my friends, and to not lift a finger.

Jessica and Angela are giggling on the couch, and they pull me between them when I approach them.

“Anna, you have been gatekeeping,” Angela says.

“Yeah,” Jessica chimeds in, “At first, I was kinda pissed when you kept blowing us off, but now? If I was surrounded by multiple tall, darks, and handsomes, I wouldn’t be hanging out with us either.”

I throw my head back in a laugh, “It’s not like that. I love you guys. I just don’t get to see Paul all the time with his schedule.”

��Mhm, sure, do any of them have single friends or brothers?” Jessica asks.

“Not that I know of, but if I meet anyone who fits that description, I’ll let you know,” I wink, sending them into another fit of giggles.

Paul steps out of the kitchen talking along with Emily and Kim, when his eyes land on mine, he winks, and I know he heard our conversation. Rolling my eyes, I lean back as Emily and Kim join us as he walks outside.

“Like I said, "Jessica whispers, “I get it. I don’t know what is about you Swan girls seducing the hottest people in town, but I would like some of it.” A small surge of jealously runs through me, but I laugh it off. Excusing myself, I go out to see the boys surrounding the grill.

“Are you all supervising?” I joke, pushing Jared away to stand next to Sam. Jared playfully shoves me back before letting me into the semi-circle the boys had made.

“Well, who else is going to make sure Sam doesn’t burn anything?” Jared says sarcastically.

“Are you doubting his mad skills?” I say, feigning shock. Paul's arms wrap around my shoulders from behind me, kissing my head.

“We would never,” Paul says, a smile evident in his voice. Eric and Mike agree, and I’m happy to see everyone is getting along. Soon, the food is ready, and everyone comes outside as Jared starts a bonfire.

It’s a perfect afternoon, full of laughter and joy, something I was worried I would lack today. In the middle of Eric recounting a story about how Mike tried and failed, to surf a storm surge on La Push Beach, Paul nudges my shoulder, getting my attention.

“Come with me,” he whispers. Helping me up, I follow him to the front of the house.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“One of your birthday presents just got here,” Paul says like that would explain everything. Before I could ask what he could mean, Jacob steps out from behind a car, and I freeze. I had missed him so much in the last few months but wasn’t willing to let him continue to act like that towards me.

Looking at Paul skeptically, he nods, and I break out in a smile.

“Hey Anna,” he says timidly, “Happy Birthday.” I run to hug him, catching him off guard and he grabs onto me, the breath knocked out of him.

“Hi Jake,” I mumble.

“I owe you an apology,” he says sincerely, and I pull back from him.

“Yeah, you do, but later? I’m just happy to have you here as long as you can play nice.” I poke the center of his chest.

“Scout’s honor,” he says holding up his hand. I smile and grab his hand leading him back to the fire to introduce him to the new faces. Paul follows beside me, and I open a connection to him briefly.

This means the world to me, thank you so much.

Anything to see you smile, he replies.

Jacob is just in time for Emily to bring out the cake, and I hope that this will show him that there isn’t anything nefarious going on in our group. The rumor that Sam started a gang was absolutely ludicrous.

The “Happy Birthday” song is loud and terribly off-key, but somehow it just makes it better. I laugh so hard I almost can’t blow out my candles, as cheers erupt around me at the table. Paul kisses me on the cheek and leads me away from everyone as Emily passes out pieces to everyone.

“I wanted to give you your present,” he says softly, holding out a small, wrapped box.

Curious, I open it, trying to not rip the paper, which makes him chuckle.

Opening the box, my breath hitches, revealing a necklace. There’s a dainty gold chain, a singular pearl in the middle.

“I wanted to give you a little piece of home to keep with you,” he says showing me the name of the company, located where I grew up.

For the third time that day, a few tears fall down my face.

“Thank you,” I whisper, “This is more than I could ever ask for.” He silences me with a kiss, taking the necklace out of the box. I turn around and lift my hair up so he can secure the clasp, before turning around. My hands find the sides of his face and I pull him in for another kiss, his soft lips against mine, he holds me close. His lips part slightly, deepening it as I run a hand through his hair.

“I love you,” he breathes, breaking the kiss, peppering small pecks across my cheeks and nose. Suddenly, the discernable feeling from before clicks, love. I knew on some level we loved each other, but to hear him say it made my heart soar.

“I love you too,” I admit, giggling as his lips ghost over a ticklish spot on my neck. Picking me up, my legs lock around his waist as he kisses me feverishly, hands steadying my hips. The feeling of love pulsing between us.

I whisper his name as little breathy moans escape me, his lips making their way down my neck.

“Would you like to stay the night with me? At my place?” he asks, switching to kiss the other side of my neck, I lean my head back in a gasp.

“What about-?”

“He’s gone for the weekend, it’ll be okay.” He reassures.

I nod and he lowers me back to the ground as rowdy noises from the living room are heard.

“Let’s go back before the start wondering where you are.”

Flustered, we walk back to the group. I sit on the couch, and Paul walks over to help Emily. I pout at the distance, but Jacob sits down next to me.

“Hey Jake,” I smile.

“Hey, how ya holdin’ up?” He puts an arm on the back of the couch behind me, and I lean my head on him, turning to face him. His skin is warm to the touch. I wonder how long it’ll be before Jake is put through the change.

“Surprisingly well, it would have been a lot worse without them,” I say, looking over at my friends. Sam is messing with the frosting, getting some on Emily’s nose as she tries to chase him off, Paul is talking to Eric and Jared, laughing about something I can’t hear. Jessica, Angela, and Mike are talking to Kim, with smiles on their faces.

“You really like being around them?” He asks skeptically.

“Yeah, I love it. They are really amazing Jake,” I say, crossing my arms and lowering my voice, “I don’t know why you seem to hate them so much.”

“They just act like they are in control like the Reservation is theirs and only theirs,” He says, “But hey, whatever makes you happy.” He throws his hand up in defeat. I can tell he’s still not happy about it all, but it’s better than having him hold animosity towards me.

“Paul makes me happy,” I say confidently.

“Well, let me know if he fucks up, I’ll defend your honor before saying anything snarky.”

Laughing, I push him away, and he falls back dramatically.

“Sure, I’ll keep it in mind Jake.”

He laughs, and my heart warms to have Jacob back in my life, even if it might be a tentative process.

As the sun sets, things wind down and people start to leave, saying goodbye to everyone on their way out. I try to help Emily and Sam clean up, but she shoos me away.

“No, we got it. Go, I’m sure Paul wants some time alone with you,” she says with a grin.

“Are you sure?” I ask again.

“Positive.”

“Thank you so much for everything today, Em,” I hug her, “it really means a lot. I love you all.”

“We love you too sweet girl, I’m happy we got to help make today special for you,” she squeezes me again.

Paul is leaning against the doorframe, silently waiting as I say goodbye and thank you to Sam. Paul has already gathered the presents, I haven’t opened yet in his truck from everyone at the party, and even Charlie.

The couple waves us off as Paul pulls out of the driveway.

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The air is thick with tension on the drive over, and the radio playing lightly is the only sound. Paul’s hand is on my thigh, the other on the steering wheel. My thoughts are chaotic, ranging from innocent to lustful. There had always been an unspoken intimacy with Paul, one of us was always touching the other without thinking about it too much.

It’s not like either of us were particularly virginal, but it felt like first kisses, first dates, first anything held more weight with him. I didn’t want anything to be rushed, and we both had been so busy, that sex was something that I was comfortable waiting for until we were both fully present, with no distractions or worries to call us away.

It was at the forefront of my mind now though, every touch of his thumb grazing my thigh felt like electricity through my body. There was a knot in my lower stomach, and warmth between my thighs. I was focused on breathing, trying to not make it so obvious how much he was affecting me.

Paul’s emotions seem to match mine, but there’s a distinct feeling of anxiety that worries me. Pulling up to his house, he gets out and opens my door, just like always, but I stop him before he steps back, pulling him close. My breath stutters as my knees settle on either side of his waist. Something flashes in his eyes before he closes them, taking a deep breath.

“Hey,” I whisper, “Everything okay?”

He nods, forehead leaning against mine.

“What are you thinking about so hard,” I question quietly. It takes a minute, but he finally admits his concerns.

“I love you,” he starts, hands sliding up my thigh, over my skirt, “I want… this, but I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes won’t meet mine with his confession out in the open.

I tilt his head up, making direct eye contact, “You won’t break me,” I say.

“You don’t know that.” His brow furrows, but I hold him steady, caressing his cheeks.

“I do Paul, I trust you implicitly, with every part of me.” Lowering my hand, I guide his to my waist.

“Anna,” he whispers.

“Paul,” I whisper back, moving closer to him, the fabric of my skirt bunching up my thighs.

“You don’t understand how much I want you,” he admits.

“Then show me.”

One arm wraps around my waist, lifting me out of the truck like I weigh nothing, as the other slams the door shut. He carries me into the house, and I’m too focused on him to really notice my surroundings as he pushes my back against a wall.

“Promise me you will tell me to stop if I hurt you.” He pleads with me.

I hold his face in my hands, “I promise, but you won’t.”

I roll my hips into him slightly, and he groans at the friction, his head rolling back, giving me access to kiss down his neck. At his moans, I slightly nip at his shoulder as he emits a growl.

“Anna,” he says breathily.

“Yes?” I say, continuing to kiss his neck, hands slipping underneath his shirt.

“You’re killing me,” he moans.

“Tell me to stop.”

“Never.”

I lift his shirt, and he raises his arms, letting me take it off all the way. He catches my lips in a passionate kiss, holding me gently as he moves from the wall to what I assume is his bedroom. I kick off my shoes as he lays me down on a bed. I rest on my forearms, looking up at him.

“God, you’re hot,” I sigh, making him smirk. Kneeling by the edge of the bed, his hands slide underneath my skirt, he pulls off my tights agonizingly slowly, kissing the exposed skin from my thighs down my legs. I swear I can hear my heartbeat.

“And you,” he says, pulling my shirt up, kissing my stomach, “are absolutely perfect.” I lean up to take off my top, and once it’s over my head, he kisses me again, this time more passionate and needy. I wrap my arms around his neck and part my lips, inviting him deeper. I moan into him as his fingertips run up my sides, giving me chills, as he unhooks my bra and I let it fall off my shoulders.

I trace down his chest with my hands, his hardened abs underneath them, down to his waistband. Unbuttoning his shorts, I feel him straining against his boxers as he takes a sharp breath when my hand slips underneath the elastic, wrapping around him.

“Fuck, Anna,” he rasps.

I smile, his reactions forming a tightness in my core. He takes a step back off the bed, letting his pants and boxers fall, and looks at me with hungry eyes. Pulling off my skirt, I can’t help but stare. It really was unfair how attractive he was, and my heart leaps when my eyes trail down to his hips, his impressive length hard against him.

“Oh, fuck me,” I mutter, head falling back on the bed, “You’re unreal.”

He lets out a small laugh and comes back to the bed leaving sweet kisses on my ribs and chest.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m so sure,” I say, running a hand through his hair.

He grasps my hip tightly, and in response, a gasp rips through me, and he looks up in concern.

“It’s okay,” I say, “I’m not that fragile.”

Nodding, he kisses down the valley between my breasts, thumbs ghosting over my nipples, hardening them as his hands trail down, making me arch my back in a moan.

“Rude,” I whisper as he continues down, nipping at my hips. Spreading my legs slightly apart, I inhale as his finger glides in between my folds, eliciting a moan from both of us.

“You’re so wet me for, baby,” he whispers as one finger enters me slowly, all my words are lost as his tongue laps at my clit, sending a shock through my spine. I bucked my hips against him, and he moans, his voice deep, sending vibrations to my core. He steadies my hips with his other arm, pushing them into the bed.

“Oh, fuck Paul,” I moan, and I feel him smile as his tongue moves in circles, and I continue to struggle to move for more connection. My hands run through his hair, and I’m pleased with myself when he moans when I tug at it.

Pressure builds, and I feel myself tightening around his fingers, holding onto his hair, he’s relentless as the pressure breaks, waves of pleasure rocking through me. I’m breathless as he kisses back up my body.

“I love you,” he says, biting my neck gently. I finally catch my breath, hands running down his back.

“I love you too.”

He kisses me gently, and I can still taste myself on his tongue. I can feel the tip of his cock, rubbing up and down the length of my entrance, and moan.

“Please,” I beg, and a growl slips from him. He nods and moves to retrieve a condom from the bedside table, I take it from him, and he stands upon his knees. I slowly pull the condom over his length, purposefully taking my time as he stares down at me, biting his lip. Then, he lightly pushes me back on the bed.

Slowly, he pushes in, stretching me out with every inch, I arch to pull him closer, bottoming him out in me with a gasp.

“God, Anna,” he groans, “this is unfair.” He holds still for a moment, breathing deeply before moving out and back in one time.

“It should be impossible for you to feel this good,” he says, an arm reaching underneath my back to pull me close to him, skin to skin.

“I think that’s all you baby,” I say, my thighs already trembling around him.

With slow movements, he finds a rhythm, whispering encouragements into my ear as he picks up speed.

“You feel so good.”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“My pretty baby.”

His words strike a chord with me, not only arousing me, but warming my heart, and once again he pushes me to the edge. I can feel how he feels even more now, bliss running through my body and his.

I’m a moaning mess when his hand slips between us, his thumb brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, unraveling me.

“Paul,” I cry, “I’m – I-” I stutter.

“Fuck baby, me too.” He says, keeping the pressure on my clit, gasping when I tighten around him rolling my hips one last time.

He collapses against me, breathing hard. Gasping as he slowly pulls out of me and laid next to me.

I lay my head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

He kisses my head, hands lazily running up and down my back.

“Are you okay?” He tentatively asks.

“I’m amazing,” I say pushing his hair back, “You’re amazing.”

He smiles, relieved.

“Have I told you I love you?” He asks and smiles.

“Maybe, but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

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Showtime- Paul Lahote

Fic description: A chance meeting one sunny afternoon on La Push brings you face to face with Paul Lahote. Your strange connection with him, and the fact that it was his soccer ball that broke your nose, you were wrapped up into an unseen world that lived in tandem with yours. How far are you willing to go for true love? How far are you willing to go to protect the people you love?

TW: Slight NSFW, making out, nothing crazy

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Part Six

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Part Seven

Being away from Paul was harder than you anticipated. You found yourself much more agitated than usual, snapping at your parents when they asked you questions, and finding it hard to sit still. You did your best to hide this, not wanting to give your parents any more reasons to be suspicious. Still, they took your new attitude to heart, and one night at dinner, they decided to approach you about it.

“Sweetheart, we’re just worried about you. You’ve been… different the past few weeks.” Your mother began, gently placing her fork down on her plate.

“Oh have I? I haven’t noticed.” You grumbled, pushing your mashed potatoes into a pile before flattening them down again.

Your father sighed, shaking his head. “Y/N, please don’t be difficult. You’ve been so hostile and closed off recently. We just want to know what’s going on in your life. How are your friends?”

“They’re fine. I only see them during lunch, so I don’t really know what’s going on with them.” You answered curtly, not having the will to give them additional information.

Your parents shared a look, before returning their gaze to you.

“Is this about that boy?” Your mother questioned, picking her fork up and shoveling peas onto it. “I can’t imagine another reason for this behavior.”

You laughed a little, which surprised them. “You really can’t? Mom- you grounded me and took my phone away during the last few months of my senior year. All I do is go to school, then sit alone at home until you guys get off of work. I can’t even talk to anyone to pass the time, so I just sit and reread everything on my bookshelf. Of course I’m going to be annoyed all the time. It has nothing to do with Paul.”

“You understand we’re just trying to keep you safe, right?” Your father asked, his voice soft for such a bold statement.

“Yes. You’re keeping me safe from the dangers that Bella made up.”

Your mother sighed, her voice heavier than your fathers. “Charlie said Bella had expressed the same concerns to him, Y/N. Why would she lie to her father, the chief of police, about these people being dangerous?”

“Because she was hurt! Her and her friend Jacob got into a fight, so she was worried it was because he had fallen into a bad crowd. She realized she was wrong, and she apologizes to me every time I see her. Yes she told Charlie what she thought, but she still spends everyday on the Reservation with them! Charlie’s best friend is Jacob’s father, who is more than knowledgeable about that everyone is up to. They both know that no one’s in a gang or doing drugs.” You argued, frustration sweeping over you.

Both of your parents seemed unsure of what to say, so the conversation fell away. You finished eating and headed up to your room once you had cleared the table and washed the dishes.

You had finished your homework during the day, and it was too early to go to bed. You felt restless- like an animal with their arm caught in a trap.

You’d barely been able to talk to Paul, except the few times during lunch you would borrow someone’s phone to call him. He started recognizing the numbers, and usually picked up during the first ring. You knew he should have been sleeping, since nights were spent patrolling, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care much about disturbing him, since you knew that both of you were struggling being apart.

The hold that the imprint bond had on you wasn’t something you were prepared for. Aside from feeling bummed about not seeing Paul, you didn’t think much else would happen. Yet, after the first week of being grounded, you started having problems falling asleep. You’d lay awake at night and wonder where he was, what he was doing. It was like he had consumed every thought you had- everything led back to him. You knew in your heart that he must be in even worse shape than you were, and with his head clouded by thoughts of you, worry over his safety became unbearable. He was out hunting vampires- how could he do that while spending all of his time thinking about you?

After a while of being lost in your own thoughts, you heard a knock at your bedroom door. You grabbed the book that was on your nightstand in attempts to look busy, and called them to come in. Both of your parents appeared in the doorway, small smiles on their faces.

“Hi honey. Can we come in? We wanted to talk with you.” Your father spoke, entering your small room anyway.

You crossed your legs to give them room to sit on your bed, and they both did. They looked at each other coyly, before handing you your cellphone without a word.

“Woah- wait. What’s going on?” You asked, clutching the phone in your hands.

“We… talked to Charlie a little bit ago, and he corroborated everything you said. He apologized for Bella’s behavior and any inconveniences she may have caused, and said that the boys on the reservation were probably better influences than the boys in Forks. We’ve decided to unground you.” Your mother answered, reaching out to grab your arm gently.

Your father cleared his throat, his stern eyes looking at you over his glasses. “There are some more rules, however. We would like to meet this Paul fellow as soon as possible. We trust you as an adult to make your own choices, but we are still your parents. You seem to care quite a bit about him, and I’d imagine you’ll want to have him around here, too. If you’re hanging out at our house, you need to stay in the living room. He needs to leave by 9 during the week, and 11 on the weekends. Additionally, if you are going to out, your curfew is still 10 on school nights. However, seeing as you are leaving for college soon, we’ll extend your weekend curfew until midnight. You need to keep your phone on you at all times, and respond when we call, alright?”

You squealed a bit and lunged forward, taking both your parents in a huge hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me.”

They hugged you back lovingly, your mother whispering to you. “We love you.”

“I love you guys too.”

~~~

The next day at lunch, you sat down at the table, and pulled your phone out of your pocket, holding it up triumphantly.

“No way! You got your phone back? Does that mean you’ll stop using my minutes?” Jessica asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Yes! Aaaaand, it means I’m officially no longer grounded.” You yelled, smiling widely.

Everyone cheered, Mike especially since he had been so keen on breaking you out of your house.

Bella sat down in the middle of the commotion, and eyed everyone weirdly. You filled her in on the news, and a wave of relief visibly coursed through her.

“Oh good. Paul will stop moping around when he finds out you’re ungrounded. Have you talked to him yet?” She asked, picking up her sandwich and taking a bite.

You shook your head, “Actually, I was thinking of surprising him. I need your help.”

Bella readily agreed, seemingly wanting to do whatever she could to make up for the chaos she inevitably caused. You didn’t mind that she felt she needed to make it up to you, even if you weren’t upset anymore.

You finalized the details for the next day with her and Jacob, before your lunch period ended.

Jacob was going to get the pack to First Beach the next afternoon, where you and Bella would show up and surprise them. You could imagine the look on Paul’s face when he saw you, and the thought of that alone made you giddy.

You glided through school, all thoughts consumed by the boy with the leather jacket and kind heart who was waiting desperately to have you back in his arms.

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Bella pulled into the first parking spot she found, and you were practically bouncing in your seat. As soon as the engine was off, you were out of the truck and moving toward the beach. She laughed at your excitement, smiling at the way you couldn’t seem to help yourself.

When you actually got onto the sand, there wasn’t anyone else around besides the pack. They were lounging around by the water, laughing and joking with each other loudly.

You would recognize Paul anywhere, just by seeing him from behind. He was half heartedly kicking a soccer ball around with Jared and Seth- his slumped shoulders evident even from across the beach. He looked tired, much more than anyone else did. His movements were slow, like he was on autopilot instead of actually meaning them.

The familiar tug in your chest pulled at your heart, beckoning you to get closer. You couldn’t help yourself, essentially moving at full speed to run to him, leaving Bella behind.

The sand on the beach was damp with fresh rain, so it made it easier for you to move quickly. Jared noticed you first, and he called out to Paul, telling him to turn around. He did, just seconds before you had made your way over to him. He didn’t even have time to react to seeing you before you jumped into his arms. He picked you up at once, and swung you around, pulling you tightly against his body. The two of you laughed, happy to be back in one another’s arms.

“It’s you. Jesus it’s actually you.” Paul murmured, once he placed your feet back underneath you.

“It’s me.” You breathed, inhaling his scent as deeply as you could.

Paul rested his chin on the top of your head, and the two of you stayed entwined. You felt the stress of the last few weeks melt away at his touch, and high at the feeling of being with him once more.

Paul pulled away to look at you, smiling widely. “How are you here? Did Bella break you out of prison for the day?”

“I’m actually free. My parents talked to Charlie, and he told them that you guys aren’t gang members or drug addicts. Plus they were getting annoyed with my constant moping around the house.” You responded, resting your hands against Paul’s large chest.

At this, he pulled you against him again, and whispered to you. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” You responded, “More than I think I should have.”

He released you with a kiss on the forehead, and you felt your face warm up at the gesture. He took your hand and intertwined your fingers together, tugging you over to sit down on one of the many beach blankets they had laying around.

Leah gave you a soft smile, “Glad you’re here, Y/N. Paul’s been absolutely insufferable without you.”

Bella had finally made her way over to the pack, and she sat next to Jacob, their sides touching. “Yeah, Y/N wasn’t much better.”

You shrugged in response, letting your shoulder rest against Paul’s. “What can I say? I’ve grown fond of this idiot.”

Everyone laughed lightly, shaking their heads at the way you and Paul seemed to glow together. The pack filled you in on the last few weeks apart, and you and Bella gave them updates on your life.

“Oh by the way, are you coming to Tyler’s party next weekend?” You asked Bella, tilting your head.

She shook her head in response. “I didn’t know Tyler was having a party. I wasn’t invited.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s a party, Bella. You don’t need an invitation, there’s not going to be a bouncer.”

She laughed lightly, smiling at you. “Oh, I guess you’re right. Parties aren’t really my thing, though. Not a fan of the whole teenage drinking culture.”

“Totally understand. Tyler’s parties usually get out of hand, anyway. The amount of times it ends with us running from the cops is bad. Probably better to stay away.” You answered honestly.

“Yeah, Mike had filled me in. He’d been really stressed about you not being to go, for some reason.” She responded, but then immediately looked like she regretted it.

Paul stiffened at this, and you could tell that he was imminently jealous of Mike, and his desire to be near you. You knew Paul didn’t have anything to worry about, but you also kind of enjoyed the way he was becoming protective of you.

“Yeah, Mike and I are kind of a package party deal.” You shrugged, tossing the hair off of your shoulder. “Jessica and Eric are much more… tame when it comes to parties. So Mike and I have to work together to do as much stupid shit as possible before they stop us.”

“That is wildly concerning.” Bella replied, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you even do at parties? The ones in movies always seem so dramatic and fictitious.”

You groaned in excitement, sitting up. “Uhm, Bella. They are exactly like the movies, and completely not. If you’re drunk enough, it feels empowering and exciting- like the lights are there for you, and you’re the only one that matters. If you’re not drunk enough, it’s a bunch of sweaty teenagers dry humping each other in someone’s living room. It’s awkward and weird and fantastic. You should really come to Mallory’s graduation party. Big of a bitch as she is, she knows how to throw a damn good party. Last summer, her jungle juice was so strong, I ended up…”

Jacob and Sam had both sent you slight glares, and you cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Maybe that’s a story for another time.” You spoke, your face heating up.

Emily laughed a little, shaking her head. “Didn’t realize you were such a socialite.”

You blushed at her words, feeling perhaps that the pack was carrying much more important things than high school drama and shitty house parties. “Sometimes.”

“Should you really be using your new found freedom to go to a party like that?” Paul asked, looking down on you with concern.

“It’s not my friends that my parents were worried about.” You shrugged, dismissing his words. “Plus, I only have so long before I’m heading off to the other end of the country. How likely am I to see everyone together like that?”

Paul hummed, frowning a bit. “Right, college.”

“Have you made your official decision yet?” Emily asked, her curiosity seeping through her tone. “I know you have one in mind as your top school.”

You shifted a bit, suddenly feeling anxious about your future for the first time in a while. “No… I haven’t made anything official yet. I’ve declined a few schools, but that’s about it. I’ve applied to a couple more in Washington, too.”

“Washington? I thought you just said you were heading to the East Coast?” Kim questioned, glancing between you and Paul.

“That was the plan, but things change, you know? Better to be prepared and have plans than for your life to come to a grinding halt.” You answered, brushing nonexistent sand off of your pants.

Paul tensed slightly, and when you looked at him questioningly, he smiled and kissed the top of your head. You melted into his touch, the euphoria of being around him almost overwhelming.

The afternoon sun was waning, and Emily suggested that the group should pack their things and head back. Paul pulled you aside, smiling coyly.

“Would you wanna come over? We can ditch everyone else and watch a movie at my place.” He suggested, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Your parents won’t mind?”

He shook his head, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. “No one else is home.”

Your eyes widened at that, and you agreed quickly. Paul seemed visibly excited, and he announced that you two were heading off on your own, and he’d drop you home later that night. You said your goodbyes to the group, as he dragged you off the beach and towards the street.

You could barely keep up with Paul’s long strides, your short legs failing you. You laughed at his relentless pace, but didn’t say anything about it. His house was only a short walk away, and as soon as you had shut the door, the silence was heavy between you.

“Er, we can watch a movie down here if you’d like. Or I have a tv in my bedroom, as well.” He offered, gauging your reaction.

“Your bedroom would be great.” You answered, letting him lead you to the back of the one story home.

When you entered his room, you could see how absolutely fitting it was for him. The walls were mostly bare, and there wasn’t much furniture aside from his bed, a night stand, and the dresser that held the tv. You immediately took off your shoes and coat, dropping yourself onto the plush covers of his King sized bed.

Paul laughed at your movements, and turned the tv on. A movie was already loaded into the VHS player, and he rewound it, unconcerned about whatever title it was. When he reached the beginning, he pressed play, and joined you on the bed.

You noticed how he kept a bit of distance between you two, and you felt your chest heat up at the notion. It was obvious your comfort came first to him, regardless of what intentions he may have had for the evening.

You sat in silence as Pulp Fiction continued on, both of you unsure of what to do with yourselves. You weren’t completely certain if it was the feeling of being by his side again, or some deeper connection, but you couldn’t stop imaging his hands running down your body. Your thoughts were plagued with dirty images of what could happen while you were alone, and the realization that you could make them come true dawned on you.

Carefully, you turned over onto your stomach, moving closer to Paul so you were nestled into his side, with your faces only inches apart. He cocked an eyebrow at your movements, but you just smiled slightly at him instead. You glanced at his plush lips, and the sudden urge to have them against yours took over.

Like lightening striking, you kissed him deeply, pushing yourself upwards a bit to be closer to him. Paul didn’t question you, his hands instead sliding up to rest on your hips, squeezing them gently. Since you hadn’t kissed since his near phasing, you had forgotten how absolutely addicting he was. You wanted to drink him in, become absolutely intoxicated on nothing but his taste.

Your hands came to rest in his hair, and you pulled on the short locks gently, causing him to moan into your mouth. The sound stirred something inside you, and you yanked harder this time.

Paul groaned, and his hands grabbed your body, moving you so you were entirely pressed on top of him. You slid your legs open, so you could straddle his waist comfortably. He pulled away from your lips, bringing his mouth down your neck, and biting slightly.

“Fuck, Paul,” you moaned, tilting your head to give him better access.

He took the opportunity to bite down harder, before his warm tongue darted out to soothe the red skin. He trailed kisses down lower, finding your sweet spot just above your collarbone.

The room was unbearably warm, and you pushed him back so he was laying down fully again. You reached for the hem of your shirt, and tugged the garment off, tossing it behind you. His eyes widened at the look of your bare chest, your boobs spilling over the cups slightly. He sat himself up then, scooting you both back so he could lean against the headboard. His hands trailed to your back, unhooking your bra swiftly.

Paul’s eyes trailed over your bare form, and he licked his lips as a toothy grin broke out on his face. “You’re going to the the death of me.”

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Snapping Away | Leah x Sam

Title: Snapping Away For: anon Summary: Leah gets hurt/almost killed in the newborn battle at the end of Eclipse, causing Sam’s imprint with Emily to break. He is in love with Leah, but she is untrusting. He is determined to get her to trust him again. Requested Word Count: 10k Final Word Count: 10,018 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Leah Clearwater x Sam Uley Tags: imprint breaking, vaginal sex, oral sex, mild anti-imprint, happy ending Read on A03 | Commission Info Snapping Away | Part I

Sam hopes that the imprints will be safe from the fight. He sent Quill to guard them, even though the Cullens voiced protests and insisted that they were needed everywhere here, he refused to give in. He refuses to let the imprints be vulnerable in a time like this, no matter how far they are onto the reservation. If they had everywhere here, all it could take is one vampire. One mistake and they could lose everything.

He does not care that the blood suckers have their own mates, that Edward is insisting on his love for Bella; the cold ones - no one - could ever understand what it means to be imprinted on someone. To have them be your everything. Saying that they love their imprints simply is not enough. There is not a single word in their language or any language that fully conveyed that feeling, like your entire life and soul is in the palm of someone else’s hands.

He hates that this entire situation puts them at risk. He feels bitter about being dragged into the business between vampires. He knows the threat of the newborns should surpass that, but the more he looks around between the vampires, the more he thinks that it could have been avoided if the Cullens did not drag Charlie Swan’s daughter into their mess in the first place.

The cold ones were never supposed to get this close to humans.

He shakes, the fur in his wolfen form shaking off the morning dew with it. He needs to keep his head clear, for the sake of the pack, their families, their imprints. Just the thought of one of the newborns straying off and getting too close to their mates makes him growl.

“The imprints will be fine,” Seth tries to speak up through the connection, but hearing his voice just makes Sam more irritated; the young innocence of Seth being in the middle of this does not settle right with him, even if it is his duty as a pack member.

Sam takes his frustration out on his enemy. He snaps at one of the newborns on top of one of the Cullens, the newborn’s skull crushing between his teeth like dust. The cold-one, Jasper, gives him a pointed look, like he feels Sam’s frustration, or maybe he knows Sam’s jaws got a little closer than needed. He snorts at the look they give him, but both of them understand there’s more at stake now than just an age-old feud.

“The bloodsuckers will be out soon at this rate,” Paul growls as he crushes a vampire’s body underneath his paw, biting their head and tearing it away with ease. Sam can only imagine what bliss the other wolf is feeling at being able to let loose so freely.

“Don’t get too cocky,” Sam warns, eying the newborns that climb and scramble toward them with a frenzy.

Paul only snorts, not even giving a proper response, and Sam sighs. The best he can do is only hope that Paul does not get too ahead of himself in this mess; that none of them do.

“ Leah,” Sam barks out an order, sharply, “ Take the left, protect the human.”

Leah winces, internally shrinking away as she feels her wolf cower at the voice of the alpha of the pack. She tells herself that the anger in his voice is not directed at her, just the situation. That he is just pissed that the vampires let Bella get too close. But she remembers a time when he never sounded angry at her, that he would not even dream of it. She spirals, knowing that the more she thinks about it, the more the rest of the pack can hear her.

“Bella, ” Jake growls out a correction that goes largely ignored, “ And I can take care of her.”

It is obvious that he does not trust her to do it; of course he does not. No matter how much she does for the pack, she knows that none of them do. She can hear her brother whining, but is unable to go comfort her. Sam snaps.

“No, you’re too close to the problem. She’ll do it.”

Leah has to obey. She does not get any choice, so when she traces Bella’s scent, her paws are moving before she can even think. All the Cullens circle around her, as if they could protect her. Leah watches as Edward stands in front of the human, the solid look in his eyes, the protective stance. She wonders if she was in Bella’s position, if she was being targeted like this, would anyone do the same for her? Would the pack circle around her, protect her? Would Sam?

She knows the answer, even as the Cullens surrounding Bella start to dwindle as they venture away to take care of the newborns. Leah stays as close as she can to the girl. She couldn’t move too far if she wanted to. She smells the vampire before it lunges, hears Bella’s screams before her ears ring. The vampire jumps for Bella, and Leah does not hesitate as she jumps in front of the woman. The vampire crunches in her jaws and she does not realize what happened until she feels fangs digging into her flesh, hands ripping into her fur. The pain vibrates through her system, blinding her, as she howls. she is not sure who gets the vampires off of her; Edward, she thinks, numbly.

She looks back at Bella, standing, and then takes a step forward only for her legs to give out underneath her. She looks up and sees Bella’s horrified expression. The last thing she feels is a warmth in her chest, a longing, and then the world goes black.

Sam kept a close eye on Leah. He should not. He knows where his loyalties are, where his love is. He knows that Leah means nothing to him, not anymore, as much as it was hard to understand. He knows Leah is a big girl. A strong girl. Once upon a time, it was part of the reason he fell in love with her. He knows she can take care of herself.

He is not heartless. He is forced to remember each time they shifted how she feels about him. He feels her heartbreak, her loneliness, her love. As much as he tried, he could never return it, all he could think about is Emily. All he could see is her. Leah’s hurt was overpowered by his love for the woman he left her for. So he felt obligated, as her previous lover, as her alpha, to keep an eye on her. Maybe a closer eye than he is keeping on everyone else.

So he sees it. He sees the vampire that lunges for Bella. He sees her take the bait. As she bites into the vampire aiming for Bella, the other newborns jump for Leah. The vampire in her clutches is a sacrifice for an ambush. Her pained howl is a scream of death, the sounds of an animal dying. Edward gets them off of her, but the damage is done.

Sam’s eyes dilate as Leah takes one step before crumbling, her body looking lifeless and limp. Something inside of him snaps. A string of fate cuts away, releasing whatever it is that was holding him back. His mind clears, like a fog lifting away, as the man inside of him tames the inner beast. For the first time in a while, he looks at Leah - looks at the way she is crumbled on the ground, the way her chest barely rises - and he thinks of her, not Emily.

Sam’s roaring howl penetrates through the air loudly, overpowering the sounds of the fight. The haunting sound seems to echo through to the bones of the pack, as something shifts.

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Leah cannot handle the fact that she is forced to get better in some blood sucker’s house. Why is there even a bed here, she thinks bitterly, her hands clutching the sheets, knowing the vampires don’t really need it; at what it could be used for other than sleep, her face turns into immediate disgust with the sudden urge to get out. She tries just that, but as soon as she moves, her body collapses onto the bed, leaving her staring at the ceiling with a disgusted, frustrated expression.

Her body hurts. She can tolerate the bed if it means just resting even for a little bit. She closes her eyes and she has to admit that it is nice. Not being in her wolf form, as much as she loves it, is nice. She can feel the tug of the pack in the back of her mind, but it remains clear of the pack’s thoughts. She does not have to hear them berating her, or hear Sam barking at her with such malice, or see all of Sam’s thoughts of Emily; if their shifting happened earlier, or if things had just happened differently, would she see Sam thinking of her like that?

God, she feels pathetic thinking about something like that when she almost died; she did almost die, did not she? She feels like it. She knows that from where she is, it also means she has to actually thank that blood sucker posing as a doctor for saving her. Ugh.

This couldn’t get any worse. Her nose twitches. The familiar scent of her brother lingering outside the door to the room makes her feel safe - but there’s another scent rudely protruding its way through, violently and overpowering in the way only an alpha could be. Sam.

Seth knows his sister is awake. He can not explain how he knows it. She has not made any particular noise, there’s been no changes in smells. But he can feel it. Just like how he can feel that she wants to be left alone. Which is why as much as it pains him, he tries his best to stand between the door and his leader, Sam.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea, Sam.” Seth tries his best to speak up, knowing that it is for his sister helps him find that courage, and he is lucky that so far, Sam has not ordered him to move. But he is waiting for the command, waiting for Sam to snap at him, and being forced to sit to the side as he watches Sam storm into her room and say whatever it is he wants to say.

he is really, really tired of that. he is tired of seeing Sam strut into her life - their life - like nothing ever happened. he is tired of seeing his sister cry, of seeing her being forced to put her emotions aside and listen to their leader. he is tired of seeing Sam break his sister’s heart.

Now, he can't even picture Sam as his brother in law; it is a hard, bitter pill to swallow.

Sam’s eyes narrow, “Why not?”

He just asked if she was awake, if he could go in. He plans on seeing her, making sure she is okay. He needs to know that she is at least healing well and not permanently hurt. He does not understand why that’s such a problem -

Oh.

He looks at the expression on Seth’s face. The way the younger wolf won’t even look him in the eye, despite trying to stand his ground, shows how nervous and scared he looks. He realizes what Seth expects him to do - what Leah would expect him to do. What he usually does when she gets hurt or something happens. When he does not ignore her, he would bark his way through everything, including her. Reprimand her for not doing better.

Something in his chest twists. He takes a step back, and really looks at the way Seth refuses to look at him. Her younger brother has never been that scared of him before; he can even remember just how chipper and friendly the boy has always been.

When did that change?

“I - I guess she is still sleeping,” Sam finally speaks, swallowing thickly, “Let her rest. When she wakes up, let her know that we have her patrol shifts covered until she recovers. I should go check in with the others.”

Seth does not quite trust the way Sam suddenly backs off, but he does let his guard down, relaxing a bit as he realizes there’s not going to be a fight.

“Jacob is with Bella,” Seth tries to be helpful, “I think the others have already gone to Emily’s house to make sure their imprints are okay.”

The imprints. The word washes over him like ice, chilling him to his veins. Emily. Sam’s mouth suddenly feels dry, her name not filling him with a sense of purpose like it before. The name feels hollow. Empty and meaningless, just a name to a face. Just the thought of her starts to make him feel something he is never felt since the imprint - regret.

Sam’s glad he already has his back to the other boy, thankful he won’t see the way Sam’s expression drops. He absently scratches at his chest and just gives a simple nod before turning out the door.

Part II

Leah is relieved when she can finally stretch her legs and get out of the Cullens’ house. To their credit, they left her alone while she recovered, but she doubts that was much for her sake. But she still feels oddly hollow as she leaves. No pack member comes to make sure she is okay or help her home. No one cheers for her or her recovery. She knows that Seth would have been, but her little brother has picked up a lot of the slack left in the pack from her being gone.

Staring out at the forest line, a wave of melancholy washes over her. For her whole life, the forest has been home. When she shifted, after the shock wore off, it felt like it validated the way she is connected to the woods. Now, she feels like she is waiting to enter her own personal hell. To go back to Sam, the pack, Emily.

“Leah,” Bella’s scent reaches her. “Can - Can I talk to you? Before you go, I just -”

Bella fiddles with the sleeves of her shirt. She doesn't know how to tell Leah that she is worried that the second Leah goes back to the pack that she will never get a chance to talk to her. The chances they get to talk without outside interference is extremely rare; especially now that Leah has shifted. But Bella knows that each time they do get that chance, she cherishes it. She always has. Even though Jacob Black is her childhood best friend, Leah is a friend too.

Leah just nods, lingering on the forest, but she does not hear or feel Sam’s influence. No pull to leave just yet. When she fixes her gaze on Bella, she notices the nerves right away.

“What’s wrong?”

She can not understand why Bella would pull her aside like this, though the excuse to postpone going back is welcome.

“Nothing is wrong , I just -” Bella sighs heavily, “I just don’t really get the chance to talk to you and right now, you’re the only friend I really have that knows the truth about everything.”

Leah finds that hard to believe. Bella is a sweet girl, one who should not be as mixed up as she is in all of this supernatural mess. But despite how popular Bella may be, she supposes Bella has a point. Her options for talking to someone about this - the battle, the understanding that there is more out there, all of it - is limited.

Leah raises a brow, “I thought the Cullens were your friends now? I am sure Alice would love to talk, she is pretty chatty.”

Leah winces as she says it, the bluntness of her words coming off a bit cattier than she meant to. But Bella just laughs.

“ That - that is exactly why you’re the friend I need right now. You are the only one who tells me what you actually think. Everyone here is nice, Edward is nice . But I am tired of being treated like glass.”

“You are to them, though,” Leah nudges Bella, before taking a step back when she sees Bella wince. “- to us too.”

“I guess,” Bella mutters, “But I did not mean just physically. No one here will actually talk to me or tell me what to do or if I am doing the right thing -”

She sighs in frustration, “Like seriously, Leah. What do you think of a woman who falls in love with a vampire? A vampire who actually cares about her, protects her from his world. She is best friends with a werewolf, who falls in love with her. But she loves the vampire. A vampire who asks to marry her, which she accepts, and in the process, breaks her best friend’s heart?”

Ah. So this is about that. Leah never really knows what to do about stuff like this. Girl talk. Leah crosses her arms tightly.

“Well, unfortunately you are talking to a woman who fell in love with a completely normal man, who ended up turning into a werewolf. Then her werewolf fiancé left her for her cousin - slash-best friend and now that woman is a werewolf too. A part of his pack. But she is forced to obey his every whim and command, all while watching every moment of his new love story play in her own head. If you’re looking for sympathy or shock, I don’t have any left to give you.”

Bella lets out a small, airy laugh. She nudges Leah, but the woman does not budge. “I don’t want sympathy or shock. I get that enough from everyone else.”

Her expression becomes more sober, as she continues a bit more softly, “I want your opinion. As a woman who's been through something similar to what I am about to put Jacob through. I know it is not the same situation but honestly Leah, am I doing the right thing?”

“I don’t know.” Leah answers, sincerely, “But I think you should consider yourself lucky. You get to choose. You should not let me or anyone tell you who to go for.” Leah’s chest tightens as she looks at Bella, her eyes betraying her pain. “But Jacob has shifted. He may think he loves you since he has not imprinted on someone yet, but he will. And when he does, he will leave you and go to them. You may think he won’t ever hurt you or leave you, but he will. He won’t have much of a choice either, and pretty soon, immediately, it will be like whatever happened between the two of you never existed. It will be like you never existed.”

Leah thinks it is ironic that Bella compares her situation to Jacob’s. In Leah’s eyes, she sees more parallels to Bella. In a rare moment, she clasps Bella on the shoulder and squeezes it. Her voice pleads with Bella to not end up like her, to not end up so hurt and broken and alone.

“Since you get a choice, you should go for the one that’s less painful.”

Part III

“Keep this information to just the pack.” Billy Black sighs heavily, “I would say keep it to just yourself, but I know that’s damn impossible.”

Sam looks at the elders of the tribe in front of him. Despite being the alpha of the pack, he still feels small as the fires of the bonfire illuminate their faces. Power and wisdom is behind each of their gaze. Power he knows that he can not hold a candle to because right now, he does not even have any wisdom to balance it.

“it is going to be hard,” Billy looks at him with a stern gaze, “The pack will be unsettled. They’ll talk among each other. They might be more nervous around their imprints. They might act out or have questions. You have to keep them under control, do you understand?”

Sam nods and Billy continues, “Don’t let the imprints know everything just yet. Keep them in the dark as long as you can, order the others to do the same. I don’t know how long that will last, but we have to try. I don’t want any imprints telling their wolves to do anything crazy because they feel insecure.”

Sam winces. He can not see any of them doing something like that, but he supposes it is possible. An imprint could use that bond, that pull, for their own benefit. They could have their wolf run away with them, in theory, away from the pack, away from the reservation. It has happened once before - a very well kept secret between the elders and the leader of the current pack.

“Does Emily know that something is wrong yet,” another elder questions gently, “Could this be you misunderstanding something?”

He knows the elder does not mean it in a negative way, but Sam bristles at being second guessed, even if it is by an elder.

“Emily suspects something is wrong. When I got back from the battle, she thought I died. She said that the warmth she feels, the connection, suddenly went cold. It was like she couldn’t feel me anymore. I think she is starting to wonder why she still feels that way when I am okay.”

“So I am not misunderstanding anything,” Sam stands his ground, “The imprint connection is gone. Not severed, not cut, gone. I don’t feel anything toward Emily, at least not like that. I am not compelled by anything for her.��

“If you don’t feel anything toward her, do you feel like you did before the imprint?” Billy asks sharply. “Do you feel anything toward Leah? Considering your past engagement, has anything changed since this has happened?”

Sam knows what he is really asking him. With the imprint gone, can Sam just love freely? Can he feel those types of feelings for someone else now? He just really wishes that he was not being asked that with Sue Clearwater staring right at him. The more he looks at her, the more he really sees the face of the woman who was going to be his mother in law.

“I feel… different.” Sam tries his best, but it is difficult for him to find the ability to lie to any of the elders of the tribe. “I don’t feel indifferent toward her like I did before. I… I feel more aware of her. Of everything.”

He finds it difficult to tell them that he does still love Leah with Sue watching him so carefully.

“When I imprinted on Emily, it was like I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t even acknowledge what I used to feel toward Leah or what happened between us or how she might feel.”

It is jarring, he realizes. When he first became a wolf, it shifted everything inside of him. He felt like a completely different person, but he got used to it and then after some time, it became his new normal. He convinced himself that it was just how he was supposed to be now. But now? Now it is like all that has been ripped away from him. Every feeling, every sensation, every urge that he has felt has disappeared. He still feels the wolf inside of him, he still feels like the alpha, but his mind feels so… clear.

He feels nothing toward Emily. He thinks about her, he looks at her, and she no longer feels like the sun that his world rotates around. She no longer feels like some being that is above him, that is his everything. And now that the feeling is gone, he can look back and know that that sensation wasn’t love. Obsession, maybe, but not love.

It felt nothing like he did - like he does - toward Leah. Everything he felt toward her had felt like it was locked away, stored behind a wall, but now that the dam has broken, it has come flooding back. He loves Leah. He always has.

He has a choice now, between the woman he has felt tethered to and the woman he loved freely. He chooses Leah. He just has to see if she can choose him.

Sam looks directly at Sue. “Now I do. For what it is worth, Sue, I am sorry for what I put her and your family through.”

He feels like he has to tell her. She deserves to know how he feels about everything, about her daughter, about what happened. He feels like he needs to tell her before he even thinks about talking to Leah. After everything that he did to them, he needs that seal of forgiveness from one of the strongest women he knows before he can even think about approaching that woman’s daughter.

“Does Leah know,” Sue finally speaks up after a moment of silence.

Sam swallows thickly, “No. She just got back from recovering and I haven’t seen her. She has not shifted since the battle. I’ve kept Seth busy with patrols, so I don’t think he has had the chance to talk to her over anything he might have picked up.”

Sue smiles, leaning back in her seat, “You should.”

She grants her permission gracefully. She knows that this may complicate a lot of things between her family, but they are strong. They are Clearwaters. Whatever the outcome, they will prevail. She knows it may end up breaking Emily’s heart. As much as she feels for the position all of this may put her niece in, her daughter deserves just as much of a chance at her happy ending.

It is not Seth that tells Leah about what has been spreading through the pack conne ction. Instead, it is her own mother, who whispers to her that the elders told her to keep it a secret and do not want it spreading. She swore to them that she would leave it to the alpha to tell her, but that it would not be the first time she has lied for her children.

“Sam believes that his imprint on Emily has been severed,” Sue faces her daughter, braces herself for any type of reaction. She does not tell her daughter that Sam should be talking to her soon, or that it is possible that Sam loves her. She keeps it simple, easy to digest, and she waits.

She plants her feet on the ground. She waits to see if her daughter will shift in a fit of rage, lash out and leave her scarred. She would never blame her daughter for shifting now, for letting her emotions come out.

She does not flinch when Leah moves or when Leah screams even as Sue braces for the worst. But no wolf comes bellowing after her or out the door. Instead, Leah’s legs give out as she collapses to the ground.

Sue holds her daughter, cradles her on the wooden floor of their modest house as Leah sobs. The heartbreaking sound seems to echo through the empty house as her body shakes. It is an ugly sob, one that leaves her mouth feeling dry and cottony, one that makes her nose suddenly feel stuffy like she can not breath as tears run down her cheeks.

“It is not fair,” she cries, her voice wavering and broken, it is the only thought she can voice out loud. “ It is not fair, it is not fair.”

How dare Sam’s imprint with Emily break now? When she was starting to get used to it, accepting it; she would never be happy, but she could accept it. She has gotten good at swallowing her feelings, keeping it out of the pack connection. She got good at pretending to be happy. She learned to place nice with Emily. When Sam first imprinted on Emily, all she could think was why wasn’t it her? Why couldn’t her fiancé imprint on her? Love her? Obsess over her?

Everything she has carefully bottled up erupts from her. She used to dream for this moment, wish for it, pray for it. She used to pray to her ancestors that something was wrong and in her worst moments, she wished ill to Emily and Sam, for them to suffer like they made her suffer. She used to pray that one day he would wake up. At the beginning, she used to imagine him suddenly realizing that he does not love Emily, that it has been her all along. He would come running to her immediately, sweeping her off her feet, kissing her, telling her that he loves her.

But now? Now that it has happened, that it is real, she is not sure that is what she wants anymore. She does not know what she wants from this. She does not know if she could trust him, if she would spend every day wondering if he would leave her again. She does not know if she can trust Emily. She does not know what something like this will mean for the pack - for her.

She has no idea how this will play out, how things will end. She is suddenly washed over with anxiety as she goes over the worst case scenarios, like everyone blaming her for the imprint breaking, Emily vocally hating her, her entire life somehow becoming even worse.

It takes time before she calms down. A lot of time. Her mother stays with her through it all, holding her tightly as she rubs circles on her back. Leah gets a sense of deja vu, with her mother doing the same when she sobbed for hours over her father’s death and when Sam when he first imprinted on Emily. She is not sure how she feels that she keeps ending up like this over a guy.

When her mind starts to clear, as she wipes the tears from her eyes, she starts to think that maybe it will not be that bad. Maybe somehow this will end up okay.

“We will get through it,” her mother swears to her, “We are Clearwaters and we are strong. You are strong.”

Something about hearing that from her mother, the strongest woman she knows, makes her break down in tears again.

Part IV

Emily knows that something is wrong. She has known that since the battle. She can not ever explain the way she felt during the battle. How she was in the house with the other imprints, trying to soothe all of them while she felt that same nerve wrecking fear for not only their lives but the lives of their pack. Then it hit her. Like something knocking the wind out of her, she felt like for just a second, every part of her had just stopped, and when it started again it was like being revived. But she wasn’t quite the same.

The imprint connection - that warmth that she grew to love, the kindle of the fire in her heart, the string that tied her to Sam, to the pack - was gone.

She feared the worst, sobbed on the ground in the privacy of the kitchen, trying not to alarm the others. She had put on a brave face, held herself together in their company, because she thought that was what he would have wanted. But then he came back. Alive. She was happy, she thought, but then when their eyes met, it felt like she was looking at a stranger.

The connection never came back, so she bided her time by doing the cooking for the pack, taking care of the imprints, putting on a facade, knowing deep down that when Sam finally got the courage to come see her, to talk to her, things would never be the same.

She does her best to prepare herself. She packs her things. The imprints start to bother her for answers, noticing the behavior and the way the house seems more empty. She does not know what to tell them, but she does tell them what she can. They are all shaken at the thought of the imprint they have just disappearing in a blink, and she sees the hesitation in their eyes as they look at their wolf partners.

“I am sorry,” Sam has the audacity to apologize.

This is Sam. The man she gave up everything for. He never asked her to, but she did so gladly. She did not care much at the time that it meant that the close bond she had with her family would never be the same. That the friendship she had with her cousin may never recover. She did it all for him. The worst part is that she knows that while the imprint may have given her the feelings she had, the choices were all hers.

“Do you still love me,” she asks, “Even without the imprint, do you still love me?”

His silence is all the answer she needs. She wishes that she felt something, anything. Anything to justify everything that she has done all this time, but she still feels oddly indifferent.

“Do you love her,” Emily continues, “Do you - do you love Leah again?”

Sam can not quite look her in the eyes, “I don’t think I ever really stopped.”

The imprint is gone with everything he has ever felt toward Emily. All that is left is the man, the man who loves her cousin, the man who knows he messed up. The wolf still howls at him, clawing to try to make sense of this shift, but he knows he can tame it. He will tame it. His hands start to shake and when he takes a step toward Emily, she flinches.

He takes a step back, “We’ll figure something out, but I don’t think you can stay here.”

She looks at Sam carefully. She tries to see an ounce of the man she had fallen in love with, the one that obsessed over her, fawned over her. The one who would do anything for her. She always told herself that it was not the imprint that made her love him, but looking at him now, maybe it was.

“Most of my things are already packed,” she admits, “Just let me talk to my cousin before I leave.”

When Leah hears the news that Emily is moving, likely out of the reservation entirely if the rumors are to be believed, she finds herself meeting her cousin at the moving truck sitting outside of the house that is unofficially the imprints’ nest. Seeing her cousin’s things packed into boxes, ready to go without much thought, makes the truth of the imprint breaking all too real.

It seems like the entire area is cleared the moment that Leah is spotted. While Paul and Sam are nowhere to be seen, the others quickly finish their heartfelt goodbyes to Emily before shuffling their imprints into the safety of the house. She hates the mixed looks she gets as they do so - some looking at her with pity, others with contempt as if it is her fault that this is happening. Whatever. She already knew that between the two of them, Emily is always the most loved.

It is painfully obvious with the way the imprints are visibly torn up by Emily’s departure. At least with them in the house, Leah does not need to worry about any of them lashing out at her. She would never hurt an imprint, but she knows that her words can be a bit callous; one of the wolves may take it as a threat if she is a bit too crass with their imprint.

She tries to at least be thankful that Sam is not here, but that thankfulness is a bit bitter since despite being an ‘alpha’, Sam still has not spoken to her directly. The longer he waits, the more the anger starts to linger in her chest, the more she wants to lash out at him the second she sees him, the more she becomes uncertain about what this all means.

“He still loves you,” Emily speaks up first. She scratches at the scar on her face. With the imprint gone, she has started to notice it more and more with each passing day. She’d never say it out loud, but she is thankful to get out of the reservation, out of the pack.

Of course Sam would still tell her that before telling Leah. It does not surprise her that even now, Emily is the first to know. Emily is the first he talks to. Emily is the one who knows everything. She shifts a bit on her feet. Despite that, she still knows Emily is telling her the truth. That she is not just saying something to make her feel better.

Leah snorts, crossing her arms, “Yeah? Well maybe that means you can be my maid of honor this time around. Ya know, like what we originally planned.”

Leah spits it out bitterly, and a bit crassly. Her and Emily had planned their weddings for years growing up, always planning to be each other’s maid of honor. When Leah had been engaged to Sam, they actually put that childhood pack into motion. She had come into town because they were planning on going to the city to pick out dresses. They did pick out dresses. Emily fawned over the wedding dress Leah decided on, while Leah turned around and did the same as they found the perfect bridesmaid dress for Emily. They came home, laughing, filled with anxious nerves over what is to come.

Leah will never forget what happened. The way that she saw Sam and lit up, excited to tell him about their day, excited to tease him over the fact that she picked out a dress, and she was even excited to introduce her favorite cousin to her favorite man. Sam did greet her first. He did give her a kiss. He did hold her in his arms for a moment before turning to introduce himself to Emily, but then his eyes locked with hers.

Everything went downhill fast from there. In fact, it rather snowballed like an avalanche that she could not escape the damage of.

As far as Leah is concerned, Emily deserves this. Emily deserves to get some idea of what she felt that day. She deserves to know what it is like to have everything you ever want, to have a man who loves you, only for it to be gone in the blink of an eye.

Emily had taken everything from her, and instead of apologizing, instead of even trying to fight the imprint, she and Sam were engaged without much time. Emily had asked her to fulfill her childhood promise, as if Leah had not asked the same of her for the same man just weeks beforehand. Emily had the nerve to even ask if she could have Leah’s dress, since they were similar sizes, offering her previously picked bridesmaid dress in return. Leah had finally snapped after that, even took to shredding both dresses for good measure. It had made her feel a bit better at the time, but the cathartic feeling did not last long enough.

Emily was never sympathetic to Leah. She asked her if she was okay, but it always felt insincere, more out of a curtsey, and it was always in passing with witnesses, never somewhere private where Leah really could answer her. Leah said she was okay once in a muted, defeated fashion, and just like that, Emily moved on as if that meant everything was fine.

Leah does not have it in her to be sympathetic now.

It makes it easier seeing how just like before, Emily is not putting up much of a fight. She is just accepting it. As if Sam’s love is not worth fighting for. Emily is not just taking it in stride, or even gracefully, she takes it rolled over like a puppy. She takes it at face value, and accepts it immediately for what it is without much question.

Leah had come expecting something - to see Emily heartbroken, or to have some big argument, anything. Instead, Emily just looks like she is accepting everything in a snap, as if she is not too bothered by it, which in turns bothers Leah.

Leah turns away from her cousin, well, if she is not going to put up a fight, Leah is not about to start one. She has a feeling if she lingers around longer than she needs to that it may come to that.

She glances at the imprints that are watching from the window. She wonders, in the back of her mind, if the connection they had were suddenly severed, if they would feel the same way. If they would suddenly not have any feelings for their wolves, if they would take it laying down or fight for what they had.

She thinks about her little brother and hopes that if something like that were to ever happen to him, or even the other pack members, that it would be the latter. She hopes that the imprints fight for what they have, for the relationships that they have created, just for his sake.

Part V

“Sam’s on his way,” Seth comes bursting through the door, sliding across the wooden planks in a hurry, his breath panting as if he just ran. His voice rises in a frantic panic. “Sam’s on his way!!”

Leah turns to her little brother, unbothered, “What do you expect me to do about that?”

Seth thinks for a moment. He came running over. He barely even got his pants on after shifting outside of the house. He was determined to get to Leah before Sam. But now that he is here -

“I don’t know,” he admits, “I just thought I should warn you.”

She deserves that much, he thinks, instead of Sam just suddenly springing himself on his sister. Leah deserves a notice to prepare herself. But Seth does not know how to tell his sister that he just wanted to be sure to be present before shit hit the fan. That he wanted to be there in case it went south. In case he needed to protect her. He does not know how he would do that against the alpha, but he could try.

“Warn her against what,” Sam’s voice calls from the doorway in amusement as Seth jumps.

“You apparently,” Leah chimes in, arms crossed, as she looks at Sam with a raised brow, challengingly.

Seth looks between the two of them. He can see Sam flinch as Leah talks to him, and how his sister stands her ground evenly, her head held high. The tension in the room starts to become thick as Leah stares Sam down. Seth swallows thickly and decides that his sister can take care of herself before bolting.

“Apparently,” Sam repeats.

Silence. Neither of them breathes a word. Sam takes the way that Leah glares at him in stride, knowing he deserves it. He has been a bit of a coward for not showing his face sooner, going as far as not even asking her to do any pack duties while this all got sorted out. In truth, he just is not sure how much she even wanted to see him. He is blissfully unaware of the how that has made Leah feel more disconnected from the pack in the past weeks, how it has made her feel alone and confused; she is thankful, she supposes, that she did not have to handle the packs’ thoughts on top of her own, but she hates being straight up ignored.

Sam knows by now she has heard the news, that she knows Emily is gone (that particular meeting was fresh in all of the wolves’ minds). He saw what happened through the packs’ eyes during their connection as wolves, but it did not do much to help know what Leah wants out of anything. Leah had not even said much to her cousin, barely even said a goodbye. She did not even seem shaken when Emily had told Leah that he still loved her.

He just does not know how she feels about any of it. She has not said a word to anyone, or created any scene with Emily. She has not come seeking him out, demanding answers. She has not done anything except take the fact that she was not currently welcomed on patrols in stride, and talk only among her mother and her brother. She had been rather unforthcoming on anything.

He can not fully blame her. He knows that it is his fault. He is the one who was not forthcoming, he is the one who did not come to her sooner.

He sighs heavily and finally takes the first step toward closing the gap between them, “I know you’ve heard it from everyone else, but you need to hear it from me.”

He owes it to Leah to be honest and upfront. He needs to make sure she understands.

“My imprint with Emily is gone.” He confirms. “Not just severed, but gone.”

“And now you don’t love her anymore,” Leah rolls her eyes, “So you’ve what? Come here to your second choice? Or am I your third choice now since you left me for her?”

He deserves that he knows, but he still bites his inner cheek at her tone. The wolf is not happy that a subordinate is speaking back. But this is not a talk between an alpha and a pack member. This is a talk between a man and his ex-fiancée.

“Leah, I know I messed up. I can tell you everything , but it still would not excuse what I did to you and how I’ve hurt you.”

“So you came crawling back,” Leah summarizes, her lips thinning as she nods condescendingly. The anger starts to boil in her veins. “You think that just because I loved you then that I must accept you with open arms now, right? That I am just that pathetic.”

He notices the past tense. Loved. His hands shake at his sides, the wolf inside of him howling. He knows that it is unfair to expect her to still love him after everything, but he had hoped that they could salvage something. Maybe in time even get back what they used to have.

“Leah,” he repeats her name firmly to keep from cursing, his voice rising. He tries his best to keep his alpha tone in check, not wanting to force her to listen. He is done forcing her to do anything. “I am trying to apologize.”

“You’re doing a shit job at it,” she snaps, “You think an apology is enough for what you did? I love you.”

Sam stops, processing the present tense of the phrase, the way she lets it slip how she really feels.

She snarls, taking a step forward, “I had to sit there, day after day, listening to how much you loved her. I had to listen, and see everything! I know you did not even think about me once . I know you did not even feel sorry for anything!”

She gets closer to him with every word. She snarls and spits at him, baring her teeth as the wolf in her growls. She starts to close the gap between them. She knows that she could never win in a fight, just like she knows that at any moment, he could order her to stop everything, but since he has not, she is going to take her chance to let out everything that she has been holding back.

“I do now,” Sam barks back, his anger rising as she starts to yell at him, “I am sorry now and I am sorry I couldn’t say it sooner! Damnit Leah, I never stopped loving you!”

The tension in the room is palpable, like a bubble seconds away from popping. Sam does not know when she got so close to him, but she is close enough that if he just reaches out, he could touch her. He can smell her natural scent, her shampoo, her everything. Taking in that smell is all it takes for him to take a deep breath and calm his raging heart.

“The imprint - it affected a lot of things,” he tries to explain, even if it is a piss poor excuse. “It wasn’t like I stopped loving you, but it was like something would not let me acknowledge it. I tried to think of you. I tried to think about anything other than Emily and I couldn’t. It would not let me.”

He reaches out for her, his hands hovering over her arms for a moment before he gently grabs her. She lets him. She looks him dead in the eyes as he rubs his thumb over her shoulders. She tries not to tremble. She tries not to let it show just how much she has missed something so simple.

“But it is gone, Leah,” Sam repeats, “And the second it was, it was like I was suddenly flooded with everything I’ve ever held back. My love for you is still there.”

His hands slide down to hers, and he cusps them gently before raising them to his chest. His hand on her wrist, he puts her palm to his chest, “ Still here.”

She can feel the warmth radiating from his skin, and feel the way his heart is beating rapidly.

“And I know you still love me,” Sam continues more cheekily. He thinks back to what she said in her anger, the slip of her tongue, “You just admitted it.”

“I do,” she admits softly, if a bit begrudgingly. “But I can not trust you. Imprint or not, you left me.”

Sam breathes out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers. Her palm still rests on his chest, becoming trapped between them as he wraps his arms around her.

“I know,” he whispers, “But I want to earn that trust back, if you’ll let me.”

“You have one more chance,” Leah concedes, “ One.”

Sam holds her close, taking in the way that she feels in his arms. She still fits in his arms like always. She still leans her head on him the way she always has.

“One more chance is all I need.”

Part VI - NSFW / Explicit (Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex)

The pack is surprisingly understanding as Leah and Sam come forward with their relationship. Paul is the most unhappy about it, but he keeps most of his bitching to himself. The imprints are a little less thrilled, but Leah starts to warm up to them more without Emily’s hovering presence. They understand that she is not an imprint, but they accept her more as a member of the pack and as a fellow partner to a wolf. She finds herself becoming more of a big sister, if a bit of a crass one. The imprints take to her more when they realize that unlike their wolf boyfriends, she refuses to mince her words and will tell them everything that is going on without worry. Leah starts to understand why Bella had come to her for advice after the battle more, and surprisingly Leah starts to enjoy this new role as a brutally honest confidant.

With the dynamics so fundamentally different, they all seem to find a new happy normal. One that is different, but seemingly better.

The elders, however, are not happy, but they learn to accept Sam and Leah’s engagement.

Sam did a lot of research, with help from Sue, and he was able to argue that there are well-hidden legends of an imprint breaking, yet he could not find a single trace of a second imprint ever occurring. Leah feels comfort in the fact that her mother helped them so much by trying so hard to find anything to help them prove their case. A case that is only happening due to Sam’s status as the alpha and leader; Leah is acutely aware that they would not care as much if it had been any other pack member.

It takes time, but they are quelled over with the understanding that Sam will not imprint again and Leah admits that she is too. There is some consensus among the elders of what would happen if Leah were to imprint, the fact that she is the only female wolf in their history, they can not even be sure that she would.

She knows, deep down, that she won’t. She never felt the need to go look for her imprint like the others, nor has she felt hollow or like one half of a whole without one. She feels complete.

She looks at Sam, as he bows his head between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs. She feels more than just complete. She lets out a breathy moan, leaning her head back as her hands claw at the sheets.

Sam whispers worship between her thighs as he devours her sweet spot. His tongue laps at her, dipping in and out of her entrance before switching to tease along her folds. He places kisses around her entrance before starting to suck gently at her clit, making her twitch.

He glances up at her briefly with a wicked smile, his fingers going to her entrance.

“Are you going to ask nicely,” he teases as he traces his fingers along her folds. He loves feeling how wet she is.

“ Fuck,” she growls, “Just finger me already!”

He laughs at her snappy voice, knowing she is starting to get frustrated. He obliges with her demands, one finger sliding into her with ease. She lets out a low groan as he curls his finger inside of her. He watches her writhe as he starts to pump his finger in and out of.

She claws at his wrist desperately, her toes curling with ecstasy. It seems like this is all they have done since getting back together yet she can not get enough. Neither can he. Sam can not even think about what it was like with Emily, but it was not like this. He missed Leah.

He knows Leah. He missed the way she did things, missed the way she felt, the way she sounded, the things she liked. He is relishing the fact that he can have her again.

He starts to pick up the pace as he slides in with a second finger. He adjusts his potion to be more beside her as he takes her down to the base of his fingers. He holds her close to him as she wiggles in his grasp.

He loves the way he can feel her around his fingers. He loves that he can still make her this slick for him, still turn her on so much that she opens for him with ease. He knows that she is starting to get close from the way she twitches her legs, the way she writhes. He wants her to finish for him.

“Cum for me,” he whispers into her ear, “Cum around my fingers then I’ll give you what you really want.”

Leah melts, the coil in her gut tightening before it releases. She lets out a loud sigh as her climax washes over her, her walls tightening around his digits. Sam just smirks as he removes his fingers from her, not caring that they are covered with her slick.

“Are you ready for me,” he asks gently as he starts to move on top of her.

Leah can only nod, the breath knocked out of her as her mind is clouded by lust. She reaches down, her hands clasping around his cock. Sam shivers at the way her fingernails scrape along his shaft, but he lets her guide him to her entrance as they get comfortable.

She removes her hands to wrap them around his neck as he slides into her, the two of them letting out a long groan at the sensation. His cock twitches inside of her as he only slides in the tip. He slides it out and slowly enters again. He repeats it a few times, each time sliding deeper and deeper until finally she takes him down to the base of his cock.

They take a moment to stay like that, comfortable in each other’s arms, as they adjust to the feeling of being completely surrounded by one another. Leah can feel herself stretch around him, letting out soft, controlled breaths. Sam’s hands grip the sheets tightly beside her head as he leans forward to press kisses to her neck.

He whispers sweet words to her as he slowly slides himself out. She gasps when he slams himself back into her with more force. Sam grunts as he starts to form a rhythm. In and out, in and out. He pulls his cock almost all the way out before slamming into her pussy, groaning each time he hears her gasp.

She quakes with each thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist, desperate to get him as deep as possible. Her nails start to dig into his back, but she does not quite dare to break skin.

“Sam,” she whimpers as he thrusts into her, before repeating his name again. “ Sam! Oh fuck.”

She whines and curses under her breath, her mind foggy. All she can think of is how she feels. How he feels as he slams into her.

“ Harder,” she begs. “Don’t go easy on me.”

Something snaps inside of him as the wolf realizes that he does not have to hold back. Leah is not an imprint, she is another wolf. She can take him at full force and he does not have to worry about hurting her; he loves her, he still worries some, but not enough to stop him.

He lets out a low growl beside her ear as he starts to nip at her, nibbling at every inch of skin he can reach.

“Tell me how much you want it,” Sam orders, but he knows that he still gives her a choice, not forcing her to do so. He wants her to choose to tell him. He wants her to want to tell him.

His thrusts become hard and fast. The bed frame underneath starts to snap away, but neither of them care much. He stops holding back. His thrusts become erratic, and more inhuman, at a force and speed a normal man would not be capable of.

He enjoys the way that she still gasps each time that the base of his cock hits her clit. Her tits start to bounce as her body shakes with the force of his thrusts.

“I want it,” Leah breathes out, “I want you. I love you.”

Sam’s hands go to her breasts, unable to resist the temptation any longer. His fingers start to play with her nipples, squeezing them and gently twisting them to see the way she writhes.

“I love you too,” Sam whispers, kissing her neck. “Now tell me again how much you want me.”

Leah whines. Sam’s hands grasp more roughly at her breasts, squeezing them tightly in his palms as he thrusts into her. He can feel the way her walls start to tighten around him, the way his cock twitches inside of her, desperate to finish.

He starts to groan, his voice starting to turn more desperate, “Please, Leah, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to finish inside of me,” Leah gently puts a hand to his face, even as her body quivers at each thrust. Sam kisses her palm, before letting out a low groan. “I want all of you, Sam.”

Who is he to deny her what she wants after all this time?

#twilight #leah clearwater #sam uley #leah x sam #smut #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #myworks #mycommissions

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sethsclearwater · 8 months

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Hi! Would you be willing to write some fluff for either Sam or poly!SamxreaderxPaul? If you're not, that's totally fine.

sam and paul would literally have the FUNNIEST dynamic ever💀💀

i not gonna regularly write for this pair but this was too funny to pass up😭

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"such a good girl," paul murmured breathlessly, gently running his hands up and down your thighs as you two came down from your orgasms.

paul had convinced you to sneak off into the bathroom while your other imprinter, sam, and pretty much the rest of the pack were in the living room of your house trying to create a new patrol schedule.

"you okay princess?" paul asked softly as he pulled his softening cock out of your pussy. you nodded as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers back on before grabbing a hand towel to wipe up the mess he made between your legs.

"felt good," you murmured as he got back between your legs. paul let out a breathy laugh as your comment before gently running the towel between your legs to quickly clean up his release.

"you should tell sam that, yea? let him know how good i just made you feel," he teased, both of you letting out soft laughs at his comment. despite sam's ignorance of paul's constant competitions he created in his own head, paul never failed to find something to compete with sam with.

"alright there we go," paul mused as he finished cleaning you up, quickly helping you back into your panties and shorts so the two of you could get back to everyone else, "you okay to go back out there?" he asked softly, cupping your face in his hand so he could scan you for any discomfort, knowing how emotional you could get after sex.

though, when you hummed and your expression seemed to match your tone, paul released you with a small smile, "that's my girl," he mused as he opened the bathroom door, sliding his hand down to your lower back so he could guide you back into the kitchen.

as the two of you stepped back into the living room, it seemed like everyone was taking a short break because sam was up and heading into the kitchen and everyone else was either lounged around the couches or eating something themselves.

"sam," you smiled when you saw him, immediately stepping away from paul and into sam's arms so you could hug him tightly.

sam pulled you into a gentle hug, pressing his lips to the crown of your head as he sucked in a deep breath before releasing you, "did you seriously just-" he started, sliding his hands up to grab your biceps so he could scan you up and down, "did he seriously just fuck you in the bathroom?" he asked incredulously, looking from you and then over to paul who had taken a seat on the couch with embry and quil and was cluelessly talking with them.

you blushed, immediately feeling a bit bad about your decision but sam was quick to shut that down, "you're okay sunshine," he reassured, pulling you back into a tight hug, "he knows he shouldn't be doing that with you," he grumbled as he rested his chin atop your head, slowly rocking you back and forth as he took a few deep breaths.

sam was always very against the idea of either one of them having sex with you when they didn't have time for proper aftercare, always paranoid that you'd end up in a bad headspace or experiencing a sub drop if they weren't careful enough with you. paul, although he was well aware of sam's concerns and agreed with them to a certain extent, always stood by his opinion that quickies in the bathroom weren't going to do anything to you.

"i'm okay," you whispered with a soft giggle, pressing a gentle kiss to sam's chest, "felt really good," you added, peeking up at him when he lifted his chin from your head to look down at you.

"felt good?" he asked teasingly, letting out a soft chuckle when you nodded and stood up on your tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

"mhm!" you hummed enthusiastically, "promise," you reassured, giggling when he rolled his eyes and pulled you back into his chest for a tight hug.

"you're gonna sit with me for a while then, right?" he asked softly before adding, "don't want you getting all worked up on me," he murmured, still clearly paranoid about the possibility of you experiencing a sub drop after your quickie with paul.

you nodded, refraining from rolling your eyes at his overprotectiveness, "promise i'll sit with you," you reassured, smiling when he released his grip on you in favor of sliding one hand to your lower back so he could guide you back over to the living room and you two could sit with everyone while they finished up the new patrol schedule.

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wolfpackss · 9 months

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Sam Uley fic where reader moves in and helps with the pack and its just craziness

A/n: sorry it’s so short, this one was a little difficult because i had no idea where I wanted it to go! But thank you for requesting

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“Be careful with that box!” You grasp the box out of Embry’s hand who’s shaking the box like it’s some kind of snow globe. Embry looks at you with widened eyes. “What does this say? Careful, fragile.. you can read can you? F-R-A-G-I-L-E!” You snap at him while still holding the box, eying the young wolf who’s looking at you like you’re crazy. “Out of my way, coming through!” You hear Jared yelling behind you, holding a couple of more boxes. You quickly step out of the way before Jared drops them all, giving Embry a small push. You feel two arms wrap around your waist as Sam rests his chin on your shoulder. “Calm down babe, you’re stressing” he kisses your neck as you let out a big sigh. “I know, but we have so much to do! We need to unpack and rearrange everything to how we want it to look like and I just want it to be perfect.” He rubs your arms and turns you around so you’re facing him. “Okay, let me handle this. I think Jacob and Quill should be back soon with the last couple of boxes and then me and the boys will bring them all upstairs to the guest room. Tomorrow we’ll have all the time to figure that stuff out but tonight after they all leave, I just want to spend my first night living together with my girlfriend. without having to think about unpacking.” You look up at Sam and wrap your arms around his waist as his hands lay still on your shoulder. You push yourself up against him and lay your head on his chest. “Go take a break baby, I’ll take care of this.”

As you step into the kitchen to make some tea for yourself, you hear Sam outside yelling instructions to the guys. You make your way to the couch and let your head rest against the cushions. Your peace is disturbed by a loud bang coming from outside and you can hear the glass shattering. You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a big sigh. You pray to whatever god is out there that it was not the box with your grandmother’s mugs which were very dear to you. “It’s all good babe!” You hear Sam scream from outside, and you let out a little giggle. You hold your cup of tea in your hands and stand by the window overlooking the guys. It’s mayhem out there but you wouldn’t have it other way. They’re your guys, your pack, at least one you could say you belonged to.

#sam uley x reader #sam uley #sam uley angst #sam uley x female reader #sam uley smut #Sam Uley fluff #twilight wolf pack #twilight wolves #twilight imagines #twilight imagine #twilight

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paullahotes · 2 years

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Incalescent- Chapter Seven

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Fem!OC

Summary: Em just wants to be loved and have a family for once in her life. But nothing has ever gone right in her life before so why should it now?

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: violence, blood, confrontation, angst, vampires with red eyes and terrible fathers

A/N: Listen, I don’t think I’m a good writer so this could be terrible! Let me know what you guys think of it!

There was no arguing when I woke up in Emily and Sam’s living room that I would be staying with them until it was decided that I was safe enough to go home. My nose was healed and I was in fresh clothes. My book bag was on the floor beside the couch which indicated someone went back to the Cullen’s to get it from Edward's car for me. Emily was the only one in the house but I could hear a couple of wolves outside in the woods, keeping watch. The look on Emily’s dared me to argue with her about it. Her lips pressed into a line and creases lined her forehead as she put her foot down and insisted that she had already made up the guest room.

“Paul and I are done letting you have a choice. We will not let you get hurt anymore and I know you think the wolves cannot protect you but they can. I don’t give a damn about your father at this point, hell even I could kill him with my bare hands right now…” Emily ranted on for a half hour before Sam came home and made her go easy on me. I waited, practically holding my breath for Paul to show up for dinner but he never did. Emily, Sam, and I sat quietly at the table eating the delicious food Emily had made.

Sam laid out the detailed plans for monitoring Bella’s house. They were already doing shifts around the reservation to keep their people safe and the added shifts at Bella’s stretched them thinner than ever before. Emily looked worried as she stared up at Sam while he helped her with the dishes. He looked so exhausted that he could pass out at any minute. His light snoring sounded from their shared room not too long later only for him to leave after only two hours of sleep.

That night I lay in bed with the blankets off to the side unable to sleep. Between the nap earlier and everything going on with my dad, Paul, and the Cullen’s, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. Plus, I could hear Emily’s labored breathing from her room and the angry tossing and turning she had been doing ever since Sam left for his shift at Bella’s. He wouldn’t be back for a whole day because after Bella’s he would be leading a shift around the reservation.

Even though I knew I should still keep my distance from Paul I couldn’t help but take my phone out and text him. I tried to sound casual but I needed to know how he was doing and if anything was happening that I should be made aware of. My brain told me that I didn’t need to see him but my heart was begging for me to ask him to come to see me when he had time. So sent that in a text to him as well. I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until I saw his face even if he was upset with how I had been lately. Deep down I knew he understood, he always understood whether he liked it or not.

My phone lit up after a few moments causing my heart to skip a beat as I thought about being able to see Paul or at least talk with him for a few minutes. His message was brief, telling me he was fine and there was no news to report. Short and to the point. There was no emotion and that I knew was warranted. A follow-up message came a few minutes later that said ‘if you want to see me I am patrolling the beach for the next hour’. I needed no encouragement as I scrambled to get clothes on and rush out the door.

It was a surprisingly clear night. Millions of stars shined above my head and the half moon was perched in the middle of the sky. My run to the beach was short but I was able to hear the quiet rustle of the trees around me and the little critters that scurried around inside and around them. I didn’t have to have enhanced vampire vision to see Paul in his wolf form walking along the beach. He was so big as a wolf that I would bet astronauts could see him walking along the beach, illuminated in the moonlight, all the way in space.

His head turned toward me as I stopped running to slow down as I reached the sandy part of the beach. The waves were crashing on the shore and against the cliffs in a calming way. If it were safe I would be able to fall asleep right here on the beach with Paul, enjoying the calming effects.

Paul didn’t bother running into the woods to phase back into himself or change, instead, he just did it right in front of me as I got closer to him. Heat rose to my cheeks as I tried to look away in time. Realizing how badly I wanted to look made my cheeks burn worse and I practically rolled my eyes at how silly I felt.

“You look exhausted, Em,” was the first thing out of Paul’s mouth as he walked over to me and cupped my face to make me look at him. I could say the same thing as his eyes were practically ringed like a raccoon.

“Oh you know, just my life being extremely taxing,” my tone joking and hopefully nonchalant. The conversation ended there as Paul scooped me up, a habit that he had picked up lately, one that I wanted to complain about but I knew that I really liked it. He walked us over to the same log we sat against during our first time on this beach together. The memory of our first kiss played in my head, making my heart start to race. If we weren’t so out in the open I could be convinced to recreate it but the fear that my father would see it haunted me.

Paul’s warm body wrapped itself around me as I sat between his legs with his arms caging my head against his bare chest. We sat like this for a while, our breathing eventually matching.

“Are you doing anything Friday night that would prevent you from coming to a bonfire?” Paul asked out of nowhere. I tilted my head so I could look up at his face. He turned to look down at me, the moonlight outlining his perfect jawline and nose curve. My lips parted as I tried to give him an answer but when he looked perfect like he did right now I found thinking of anything else hard. A small smirk made its way onto his lips, making my eyes glue themselves to them.

“I, uh, think I am free. However, I have a project to work on with Bella. But we should be done sometime during the week,” the thought of having to even see Bella again made me upset. No doubt Edward would want to be there and with everything up in the air about my father's involvement with Victoria things were bound to be awkward.

“Bella will be coming as well, the Cullen’s need a day to go and hunt. There will be no conflict for you and I would really like it if you came. They will be telling the tribes legends and there is a lot you need to hear,” the last part of his words came out stern. The look he gave me begged me not to make an excuse not to go. What harm could come from a bonfire anyway?

“Do I get to watch you eat twenty-three hot dogs?” I teased, scrunching my nose up in fake disgust. His chest rumbled with laughter against my cheek.

“If you’re lucky I’ll save you a couple,” the laughter made our faces get incredibly close, lips almost touching, our noses brushing. Paul’s eyes got soft as he looked down at me waiting for me to make a move.

“How about you walk me back to Emily’s and you can come into my room for a little bit? No one will be able to see us in there,” I murmured getting closer, practically begging him to kiss me. The electricity between us right now made it almost impossible for me to think about what my father or his friend might be seeing. If I wasn’t careful I would be full-on making out with Paul in the middle of this beach within seconds. My restraint was wearing thin as Paul let out a groan, his eyes closing.

“You’ll let me kiss you if I come in?” he whispered his lips fully against mine now. I nodded, reluctantly pulling my face away from him. In seconds he had me on my feet, yanking me alongside him back to Emily’s house. Behind the closed door of the guest room that I was currently inhabiting, Paul and I fell into a comfortable place that I hoped remained private.

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Emily had heard me bring Paul in that night. She didn’t leave out any details the next morning at breakfast with Leah and Sam either. I had to sit across from her as she detailed every giggle, every whispered conversation, and her admiration of the fact that “Paul left to go back to patrol before any real funny business happened.”

“Huh, I only ever left after the funny business,” Same joked, kissing Emily chastely on the cheek. Leah pretended to be sick from her end of the table, while I rolled my eyes and pushed my eggs around my plate. They were all so sure they could protect me from my father that they had no problem openly talking about Paul and me over breakfast.

Paul was probably getting sick of how hot and cold I was being with him. He had texted me the next day about the time we had spent together and I had ignored him. There had been a knot in my stomach ever since waking up that morning, a bad feeling I couldn’t shake. Ignoring Paul made the knot worse but in a different way. The guilt of continuously hurting him was eating at me.

The last few days had gone by slowly, each day of school dragging on longer than the last. Teachers had stopped calling on me. While my answers weren’t rude they weren’t the sort of things they had been looking for. Every day after school I had gone to Bella’s house to work on our project. Edward had decided it was best for him to stay out of the house while I was there but still be within hearing distance.

Last night a storm had blown through unexpectedly and Edward practically broke Bella’s door down thinking I had done it. He walked in to me sipping some hot chocolate Bella had made for us, a peace offering for Edward being so overbearing. Charlie, Bella’s father had grown to love me quickly, sat in the living room mumbling about how Edward couldn’t leave Bella alone with anyone. An irritated look crossed Edward's face as we both picked up what Charlie was saying. I could tell that the two of them still didn’t like me or at the very least did not trust me but Bella was trying her best.

“Everyone seems to be fine having me around except for Bella and your family,” I muttered lowly, too low for Bella to hear but high enough for Edward to hear and clench his jaw.

“They clearly have no instinct for survival,” he hissed back through clenched teeth. Bella was writing something down, none the wiser to our little spat happening. Charlie came into the kitchen to put away his dishes. They sat in the sink untouched as he turned and assessed the room. Edward and I were glaring at each other while Bella continued working, not minding anything.

“Do I sense a little tension?” Charlie asked, looking at me with hope in his eyes. Maybe he was hoping that my distaste for Edward would drive a wedge between him and Bella. Charlie had no idea that Bella disliked me as well, he was completely in the dark about everything. It made me sad to think about it. Since getting to know him, I knew he was a great guy just trying his best at being a dad. Something I had never seen from my father.

“Oh no, my dazzling personality has been hard for Edward to digest,” I joked, making Charlie smirk and Edward's frown deepen. “He’s just jealous that I swooped into town and now everyone seems to be mesmerized by me and not him.”

“You know what,” Charlie began, wiping a tear from his eyes and letting his laughter die down. “You can come around here any time, I like you!”

“I like you too, Charlie!” I beamed back at him. He shook his head at Edward as he left the room, still chuckling to himself.

Edward’s mood never ceased. Bella and I tried to finish the project quickly but our teacher seemed to have it out for her and Edward and had given us the most complicated project. Even with an outline assigned and sections getting done methodically it took hours. There would unfortunately be another night of work to be done.

Tonight was clear, not a single cloud in the sky. The sun was shining brighter than I had ever seen it since moving to Forks. My mood was much the same. My mind was filled with thoughts of seeing Paul at the bonfire tonight. We had kept our distance since the night we spent in the guest room of Emily’s, seeing each other in passing during meals. A part of me wished we hadn’t been keeping our distance. I knew he would love to hear about the little exchange I had had with Edward, I could practically see the smirk popping up on Paul’s face. The same small smile would play at the corner of his mouth if we made eye contact but quickly turn into a look of nervousness.

We had finally finished our project when Edward showed up, choosing to stay inside the safety of his car with windows tinted so no one could see him sparkling. As we packed into the car and started to drive to the treaty line where Jacob was going to pick us up clouds began to filter in. Nothing suggesting a storm but enough to make my happy mood falter.

There had not been a whisper from my father since the night in the woods. I knew better than to think he didn’t know the wolves had come to help me. He probably even knew about me and Paul at the beach. There had been no sign of him for the wolves either. The silence from him was louder than if he had contacted me. It had been eating at me, in the back of my mind, since that night. Each day spent with the pack or with Bella seemed to bring the fear of him to the forefront of my mind. The good mood I had been in earlier with the sun out was completely gone.

“Maybe they’ll cancel the bonfire if it starts to storm, it’s not looking good out there,” Edward murmured to Bella. She hummed in response, staring back at Edward with complete adoration in her eyes.

Did part of me hope the bonfire was canceled? If I did have the powers the Cullen’s seemed to think I had maybe I could force my hand and make the bonfire canceled. The thought brought a pang of sadness to my stomach as I remembered how excited Paul was for me to hear the tribe's history finally. I had already hurt Paul enough over the short time that I had known him and even if I did have the ludicrous powers I would never sabotage tonight.

The exchange at the treaty line was awkward at best. Both Edward and Jacob overdid it with their displays of affection which led me to walk away instead of taking a ride into the reservation with Jacob. He probably wanted to be alone with Bella anyway. Within a few minutes, I found myself at the beach sitting with Leah and her girlfriend. Iris. Paul and the rest of the pack were down the beach kicking around a soccer ball, laughing heartily. With one final kick from Paul, a goal was scored making him shout with happiness and beat at his chest with one hand, gloating.

“Actually, I am named after a goddess,” Iris announced, breaking me out of my thoughts. Whatever she and Leah had been discussing was lost on me. Leah smiled and beamed up at Iris. The sun was peaking out again, making Iris's dark brown skin shine with golden flecks under its rays. If I couldn’t hear the blood pumping through her veins, I might mistake her for a vampire with how sparkly she was. They made a gorgeous couple.

“Makes sense, since you are of ethereal beauty,” Leah murmured against Iris’s lips. They giggled into the kiss, becoming so intimate that I turned my entire body away. They were sitting against the log that Paul and I frequented when we came to the beach. My cheeks flushed when I looked over to where Paul had been, realizing he was making his way over to me. His eyes were fixed on my face, a small smirk on his lips.

“I think that log has magical powers that make people want to kiss,” he commented loudly as if he had read my mind. Leah and Iris laughed from behind me as I had to avert my eyes from Paul. I pretended to admire the sunset as he plopped himself next to me.

“Do you agree, Em?” Leah asked in a taunting tone. Paul nudged me with his arm and wagged his eyebrows when I looked back at him.

“Mmm, I don’t think so. I’ve never kissed anyone worthwhile on the log,” I joked shrugging my shoulders and making myself look sad. Paul scoffed at my answer and dramatically pouted his bottom lip while Leah let out a bark of a laugh. I couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from my mouth, it bubbled up even through my hand that I slapped over my lips to try and stifle it.

“You’ll be sorry later when you’re practically begging me to kiss you and I won’t,” Paul whispered in my ear, having gotten closer to me when I was distracted with trying to stop laughing. I stared up at him, trying to come back with a remark that would wipe the smug look off his face but the sun was hitting him just right. A battle raged in my brain as I tried to decide whether I liked him better in the sun or the moonlight. Both had their advantages.

While Paul and I stared at each other, Sam called Leah and Iris over to play soccer with them since Paul had ditched. There were quiet words exchanged about Paul and I being distracted but neither of us acknowledged them. Eventually, I looked away and leaned into Paul, and watched the sunset. Beautiful golden rays blazed across the water in front of us. The waves usually crashed harder on the beach but their current momentum was slow and calming.

“You gonna fall asleep on me, Princess?” Paul asked quietly, bringing a hand up to my chin to tilt my head back to him. I shrugged slowly, my eyes feeling heavy. The truth was, I had been about to fall asleep but the appearance of my favorite nickname woke me up.

“Mmm, your heart sped up. Do you like being called Princess, Princess?” he asked, leaning down so his lips were almost touching mine. His breath fanned over my face making my lips twitch, wanting to lean forward and breach the small space left between us.

“Maybe,” I whispered to him, almost losing the last shred of resolve I had in me. His eyes hardened as he looked at me, waiting for me to make the move. When I didn’t move he licked his lips. We were still so close that his tongue brushed against my bottom lip, the lip that was currently trembling with exertion as it took everything in me to not lean forward.

“You’re so fucking frustrating sometimes,” his voice was different than it had been before. What was once a whisper had turned into something deeper, huskier. He sounded like he had just woken up and ran a marathon at the same time. His chest was heaving against my back, the bare skin giving off waves of heat that I could feel through my hoodie and shirt.

“You’re the one teasing me out in the open where anyone could see,” his mood immediately changed with my words but he didn’t move away. Instead, he cupped my face and smashed his lips against mine. The fire that had lit up his eyes was now not a thought in my mind. His arms maneuvered me to where we were now chest to chest with him leaning over me as I braced my back against the log.

“I don’t give a damn who sees. If anyone wants to try and stop it, I dare them,” his brief speech was over quickly and he was back to kissing me. This time his lips were softer against mine, more loving. Both of his hands were gently cupping my face, thumbs caressing my cheeks. My entire body felt hot, my chest now heaving almost worse than Paul's had been before the kiss. Everything felt too good to be real.

“So Princess, do you like name or what,” Paul chuckled from behind me. I blinked rapidly trying to figure out how he got back into the position we had been in before kissing. My cheeks burned as I realized I had fantasized about the whole thing. Paul’s chest rumbled behind me. “I’m going to take your red face and fast heartbeat as a yes, Princess.”

“Yeah, I like it,” I mumbled back, letting him believe that that was why my face was red and my heart was practically bursting from my chest. The sun had almost completely set during my little daydream and everyone was packing up from the beach, heading to wherever the bonfire was going to take place.

“We should get going, I don’t want to miss the food,” my feet never even had the chance to hit the ground as Paul swung me up into his arms and began carrying me through the woods toward wherever the bonfire was happening.

This was something I had never had the privilege of experiencing. Everyone was gathered around a huge fire, laughing, and sharing hoards of food. Paul ended up only eating half the amount of hot dogs he had boasted about, a nervous look on his face. At first, he had said his stomach didn’t feel right but between me and the entire pack yelling at him to eat, me in a softer voice than everyone, he ate a few hot dogs and some sides.

“Why do you look so worried?” I asked thickly, through a bite of my second hot dog. He shrugged and told me not to worry. Leah was just now making her way back from dropping her girlfriend off, clearly, she was not in the know of the supernatural yet. Bella and Jacob had arrived just before her, getting heckled by Seth who followed him around like a lost puppy.

Despite the fire raging in front of me, a chill ran through my body. Paul noticed and went from sitting in front of me to sitting under me with his arms wrapped around my torso. Something hung in the air between us that made my nerves light up. Paul never seemed to worry about everything. He was always the most secure person in the room. Everything he said or did was with finality and sureness.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again, quietly. We stared into each other's eyes for a minute before he kissed the tip of my nose and smiled at me.

“More than okay, Princess,” he assured me. A silence ran through the group and I noticed a man in a wheelchair making his way toward the head of the circle, next to Sam. Emily sat with them a pad of paper and pen in hand like she was ready to take notes on what we were about to hear. Paul sat up stiffer and his arms tightened around my waist.

“There has always been magic in blood,” the man in the wheelchair began. He went into great detail about the first Spirit Warrior, Taha Aki, in their tribe. It was fascinating to hear their history with so much attention to detail. To my knowledge, there was no history for vampires like there was for wolves.

You could tell in the way this man spoke that although he himself was not able to transform into a wolf, he held great pride for his tribe and the wolves among it. He talked in a deep voice that captivated me as he described how his people went from Spirit Warriors to shapeshifters and how this magic helped them keep their tribe safe from the Cold Ones. This was the most history I had heard about vampires and even that was scarce.

The story of the Cold Ones made me feel sick. Their people were innocent when the vampire couple came to their land and killed their women and Taha Aki’s only son. This made me understand the need for a treaty in place with the Cullen’s and the distaste some of the pack held for me when I first arrived. Hearing that they were fully capable of killing vampires in their wolf forms made me feel better as well.

“Told you,” Paul whispered, mockingly in my ear as we listened to the description of the wolves tearing apart the vampires with their sharp teeth. Taha Aki’s third and true wife helped as well, sacrificing herself to distract the female vampire when she came for revenge of her mate. The use of the term ‘true wife’ made me wonder what made her, his third wife, finally be the one to be true.

“What does it mean when they say the third wife is the true wife?” A girl spoke up across the fire, taking the question directly from my brain. She was sitting next to Jared, who looked down at her with so much love pouring out of his look that I felt embarrassed looking at them.

“The magic in our blood not only turns us into fierce wolf warriors but sometimes also shows us who our true partners are. We call it imprinting or finding our soulmates,” the man explained. I sucked in a breath as he described what it was. Paul took one hand from around my waist and began to rub lightly on my back. The man began to speak again, “I have never experienced this magic myself but I have heard it described. Once the magic in the blood is activated and you see her for the first time it is as if gravity does not exist anymore and your soulmate is the one holding you to this earth.”

“The connection is immediate, impossible to withstand. The second you lay eyes on your soulmate it is a relief and painful when you are not around them. Emily has told me it feels the same for her, though not as intense as it has been for me,” Sam explained further. Emily went to squeeze his hand as they smiled, lovingly at each other. The girl who asked the question looked back at Jared and they too shared the same look that Emily and Sam did.

Was this the reason Paul was nervous? I could feel his eyes on me, practically burning a hole into the back of my head so I turned and looked at him. He was staring at me, eyes apologetic. I didn’t know where to begin so I settled for chewing on my bottom lip as we looked at each other. The hand that was rubbing my back came to cup my chin, thumb pulling my lip from between my teeth.

“Do you understand now?” Paul asked me in a hushed tone. This was not something I wanted to discuss with an audience that had hearing just as good, if not better, than my own enhanced hearing. I nodded at him, tears beginning to prick the surface of my eyes. Was it odd for me to cry right now? The back of Paul’s pointer finger was gently wiping the tears from my eyes before I could think too much of it.

As the information sank in, I laid my head in the crook of Paul’s neck. He stayed silent, breathing even, as he stroked my hair to try and comfort me. The stories were over and everyone went back to chatting or laughing hysterically, goofing around the fire. A few people left, including Jacob and Bella, a reason was said but I wasn’t paying attention.

My mind was conjuring up images of the future and what it could look like. I was an unaging, vampire. The reality was I was going to live forever but how long did Paul have? This was something that had been in the back of my mind since meeting him and the rest of my friends. One day they would all be gone and if Paul was really my soulmate, like the magic in his blood said, then I would never find happiness after him.

“How about we get out of here?” Paul suggested, giving a small kiss to the top of my head. “My dad is out of town for the weekend with some friends if you wanted to crash at my place. We have the stuff to discuss, I think it would be best in private.”

“Yeah, that sounds good to me,” I replied to him, not daring to look up at him. The thought of him dying and me living on was gutting me as we spoke. The thought gnawed at my insides and we walked hand-in-hand to his house. The night air was fresh as I continuously inhaled deeply trying to ground myself. The hand that Paul held began to clam up, to the point where I knew that he knew I wasn’t doing well.

“Em,” his voice startled me. He sounded worried from beside me and that’s when I realized the wind had picked up around us. The once starry night was now pitch black and foreboding. Thunder crashed in the distance, the sky illuminating periodically with lightning.

I couldn’t feel Paul’s hand in mine anymore. The dark sky seemed to bleed into every place I tried to look. Panic coursed through me as I tried to look around for Paul. Where was he? He had just been standing next to me, trees surrounding us. Now I stood in pitch black. The only reprieve from the dark was bolts of lightning shooting across the sky, getting closer to me.

“EM!” Paul shouted directly into my face. He sounded so scared and the thought that I was scaring him made me blink, trying to get my vision back. After a second I felt his hands gripping my shoulders, shaking me. Blink. Blink. Blink. His face was suddenly there in front of mine.

“Paul,” my voice barely came out, as I tried and begged my mind to cooperate with me.

“Em, I need you to calm down. Whatever it is, I will help you. I will fix it,” he pleaded with me. His eyes darted to the side, lighting striking only a couple of feet away from us. “Please, Em, I think you’re making the storm happen. It’s getting closer to us. Please, try and take a breath.”

“The lightning?” that didn’t make sense to me. Nothing was making sense. Goosebumps were erupting all over my body. A cold sweat beading on my forehead and the back of my neck. Paul was going to die. My friends were all going to die. Whether it be at the hands of my father or the hands of old age. My mind couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Princess, please,” Paul pleaded again but it was useless. My vision went black as I felt my body start to give way and slump to the ground.

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“You agree with us then?” Edward hissed from somewhere near me. I could barely hear them, my eyes refusing to open. My body felt drained but I was warm despite having been caught in a storm with Paul.

“I never wanted to press it with her because I don’t know how vampire abilities work or how she’s only half of one…” Paul began, sounding lost. His voice was laced with worry, each word coming out more hoarse than the last.

“She’s not a threat, Edward,” Carlisle was here too. I couldn’t say where that was but I never imagined Paul interacting with them. Something bad must have happened to get them talking. My heart started pounding in my chest as my father popped into my mind. It was easy to assume that he could be the reason I was so worn down I couldn’t even open my eyes and the reason Paul was interacting with vampires when he hates them.

“Her werewolf boyfriend just told us he thinks she can control the weather, including lightning and you’re telling me she’s NOT a threat?” Edward sounded almost hysterical as he spoke. He was pacing around the room, the light thud of his footsteps sounding loudly in my ears.

“I don’t think she knows she has the powers. From what Paul has told us about her dad and that situation it confirms when she told us, that she knows the bare minimum about this life,” Carlisle’s voice was quiet, reassuring, and clipped at the end, making it clear to Edward how he felt about this.

“We’re supposed to trust a wolf?” Edward scoffed, his tone made me want to smack him across the room but my body still was not cooperating with my brain.

Carlisle sighed, “you can read his thoughts, so you know what he’s saying is the truth. You also know about how serious an imprint bond is which means she would have told him everything she knows, whether she intended to or not.”

“Of course,” Edward sighed, defeated. His footsteps grew fainter with each this of his feet on the ground. Carlisle began to speak again, something about having a full vampire power but being only half a vampire taking more energy out of me, but I didn’t hear the specifics as I drifted off to sleep, again.

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Taking Time—Forty Five

Yours isn't the only way

It’s easy to be a better version of yourself when the path is clear in front of you. But for most people, you’re never really sure where you’re heading. Or your direction suddenly changes course and you’ve ended up in a completely different place than where you originally intended. You think light will help you see, a compass will keep you straight, and confidence will help keep you moving. But the light just shows more cracks along the way, and your compass turns out to be nothing more than crudely drawn arrows on your palm. And that confidence? Evaporated before the morning dew. Suddenly there are more shadows flitting in and out of your periphery in the trees and the path you thought you were on is not a path at all, just grass and twigs patched over in haphazard patterns from the chaos and misdirection of so many others before. So where do I go from here?

Maya woke in the late morning light alone. She turned her head to look at the empty spot where Paul usually occupied and ran her hand across the flat sheets. Last night had been one of their least shiny moments to date, she had to admit. Maya replayed the look on his face as he turned to leave and swallowed hard.

Bad. It had been all around bad. She let out a sigh that turned into a loud groan as she laid on her back and stared up at the ceiling. He hadn’t come home last night, and after absently checking her phone, she noticed he hadn’t texted her either.

“Definitely mad,” she whispered aloud to herself as she rubbed her forehead. Sometime after Paul had stormed out, Maya had tired herself out pacing in anger. The anger had ebbed but the sour feeling at leaving something unresolved. Maya sat up and tied her hair back with the loose hair tie on her wrist before scooping Paul’s shirt off the floor and tugging it onto her body. She snatched her phone off the bed and headed downstairs to make some coffee, trying to sort out how she was going to fix all of this.

The worst part of it all was that she didn’t fully understand why Paul was this mad. Sure, maybe Noah was into her, but did he really trust her that little to think that she would mess around? Maya pursed her lips as she watched the coffee pot slowly fill. Instead of waiting for her own mind to formulate some answer, she picked up her phone and navigated through her contacts.

The phone rang a few times before she heard the groggy answer on the other line:

“What now?” Keye groaned.

“What did you mean when you said I know what I do to guys? Including Paul?” Maya said quickly, her eyes trained to one specific spot on the backsplash above the kitchen sink.

“My, it’s like 8 in the morning,” Keye yawned halfway through her sentence and when Maya didn’t answer, she sighed, “Uuugh, My I don’t know okay? I was hungover as fuck. Still am, what the hell did we even do!?”

“Keye.” Maya said. “You said I wouldn’t have done half the shit I did if Paul was there. What did you mean? Did I do something with Noah that I blacked out? Should I feel worse about this?” She asked seriously.

“No. Maya, you really shouldn’t. I said that because you were your same normal you and there’s nothing wrong with that. Were you flirty as fuck? Hell yes. Did you cross a line? Not in my opinion. But if Paul had been there he might have ripped Noah’s throat out.”

Maya squeaked a little in aggravation, pulling a coffee mug down and filling it to the brim.

“Yeah, you’re going to have to squash that shit quick if you don’t want Paul’s possessiveness to run your relationship, babe” Keye said. Maya scrunched up her face at that. “Just saying.” Keye responded through a yawn as if she could see Maya’s face.

“He’s on edge.” she replied tersely.

“They’re always on fucking edge,” Keye quipped. Maya snorted a laugh before taking a sip of her coffee. “Set him straight, My. Remember when Becks was dating Tommy Saban? And he told her they weren’t going to the summer revival dance unless she promised to blow him after?”

“So fucking gross,” Maya said under her breath.

“Yeah. So she took him to the lookout point and got him caught with his pants down in front of the entire girls swim team.” Keye was laughing now.

“She’s such a bad bitch,” Maya said with a smile. She missed her—her Becks. They had only had short phone conversations this spring as they had both focused on their finals—Becks being doubly preoccupied managing her pregnancy and Jacob’s helicoptering.

“She really is. Point is, as much as you think Paul might be the one steering the ship, it’s actually you babe. I meant it when I said when all of this shit started that it’s terrifying the things he’ll do for you. Make him remember that.” Keye concluded. Maya sighed and rubbed her forehead.

“You’re right,” she breathed. “He freaked out about this Noah shit and I just…Ugh, why are we so fucking out of sync all the time?” She knew the answer but didn’t want to voice it.

“The distance thing really does seem to fuck with the imprint. Keeps Paul on edge more, plus he’s got that wicked anger from his past. Nothing you can’t handle, babe. Just make sure you do,” Keye continued after a breath, “Handle it.”

Maya nodded and quickly said goodbye before pulling up Paul’s location on her phone. Ten minutes later, she was parked in front of Becks’ and Jacob’s brand new home. They were due to come in this afternoon and Maya was sure Jacob was eager to show her the progress on the house.

Maya hopped down from her Jeep and shut the driver side door with a clack. She ran a hand through her roughly brushed out hair and took a deep breath before heading into the house. Most of the pack was there working as Jacob and Becks were due back that afternoon. She passed Colin who was working on the landscaping in the front yard.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to show up,” he teased with a warm smile on his face. Maya rolled her eyes and gently nudged his shoulder as she walked by and into the house.

Paul was in the backyard sanding cabinets down. He was shirtless and had his white t-shirt slung over his shoulder.

“Can I talk to you?” Maya asked, slipping her hands into her back pockets. Paul didn’t look at her but took out a rag to wipe the residual sawdust off. Maya sighed and looked down at her feet, “Paul, come on. This is so stupid,” she tried to keep the annoyed edge out of her voice. If she was going to apologize, she needed to do this right.

“No, Maya. What you did was stupid,” he said nonchalantly, carrying on with his work and not meeting her eyes. Maya shut her eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

“Stop.” she said firmly before opening her eyes and looking at Paul. Even now when she was so annoyed with him for the things he had said to her last night before taking off, she couldn’t help but be pulled to him. The hard lines of his body made Maya’s eyes race over each peck, each perfectly formed muscle. He was as beautiful as he was infuriatingly stubborn.

Paul stopped what he was doing as if subtly commanded to and his face fixed into a deep frown as he turned to look at her, pulling the gloves from his hands.

“I’m sorry that what I did hurt you, Paul. But, it was also an accident, a mistake. I am allowed to make those mistakes. Just like you’re allowed to,” she said knowingly. Maya knew she could bring up the stuff with Rachel and all the ways he had hurt her too, but she wouldn’t. Instead, she took a step toward him, closing the distance as she placed a hand on his bare chest and gazed up at him. Paul pulled in a stiff breath and kept his lips pursed in a firm line. Maya had to stifle a giggle at his determination to be mad when he was clearly crumbling, “But I am very sorry that I hurt you. Very, very sorry Paul.” Maya said, her voice cracking lightly. That caught his attention and his eyes immediately darted to her mouth, “I’ve been looking forward to this summer with you. Please….please let’s not start it this way,” she pleaded with a small smile on her face as she watched his face morph into one of softness. She cupped his cheek in her other hand and he leaned into it slightly, unable to stop himself from wrapping an arm around her back and tugging her closer to him.

After a beat, he said, “I’m sorry I freaked out. I didn’t mean to and the shit I said…” he sighed clearly irritated with himself, “Aside from those idiots in there,” he gestured with his glove toward the house where raucous laughter was booming out from the back door, “You are the only thing that matters to me. This shit is intense and you being so far away is…I don’t know, we don’t have to talk about all of that now, I just missed you and I freaked out. I’m sorry, too.” He conceded and Maya beamed now and he brought his face down to kiss her forehead.

“Okay.” She let out a small laugh as he let her hand rub lightly across his jaw and rest at the nape of his neck. “Wow, it’s really that easy to get you to cave, huh?” He threaded his arm around her back and pulled her flush against his chest before lowering his lips down and hovering them teasingly across hers before saying in a low, gentle voice.

“But you have tell them,” his eyes were alight with mischief as they danced around her face watching her confusion tick into suspicion.

“Tell them? Tell them what?” Maya asked, confused, her heart hammering in her chest in anticipation for Paul to seal his kiss. His other hand rubbed along her forearm that she had draped over his shoulder sending goosebumps down her arm.

“I’m not going to be able to keep this to myself on rounds, so you tell them,” Paul said, nodding and brushing his nose against hers. Maya’s eyes went wide in annoyance.

“Unbeliev—,” she squeaked out before Paul brought his lips crashing down on hers and swallowed the rest of the word up in an earth shattering kiss that made her dizzy. Maya couldn’t help a soft moan from escaping her mouth and spreading into his as he anchored her so firmly, so confidently against him before pulling his mouth softly off of hers and then kissing her once more gently, with a featherlight touch that took her off guard for the size and strength of the this man that held her heart. When he finally stood straight and let her move from his grasp a little she narrowed her eyes. He gave her butt a couple of playful pats as she settled more firmly onto her feet and grabbed his safety glasses off the table before turning back to his work.

Maya groaned and rolled her eyes before she pulled out of his grasp completely to walk back toward the back screen door. She looked over her shoulder and shot back:

“You’re raking me over the coals because you’re embarrassed? Really?!” A small smile played at Paul’s lips and she could feel the heat rise to her face. “You’re an asshole,” she said before turning back toward the house and stomping up the back porch steps.

“Hey!” she yelled as she crossed the threshold and clattered down the hallway. “Can you guys come here please?” She yelled. Quil was hand sanding the stair railing and looked at her with confused worry.

“Everything okay?” he asked, glancing around her to see Paul still in the backyard, getting back to his sanding.

“Yes,” Maya said between gritted teeth. “Hello?! Wolfpack!? I need all of you down here in the living room! For a very important announcement. NOW.” Her eye ticked in annoyance as she waited for them all to gather around her in the wide and empty living room. She stood by the bay window and even with most of them in the room, it felt close to bursting from their massive bodies.

“What’s up? You okay?” Seth asked. Jared crossed his arms and waited expectantly. The only ones not there were Jacob and Sam and Jeremy.

“Everything’s fine,” Maya said trying to relax her jaw, “Paul wants me to tell you all why I was late. Because he doesn’t want you to find out from him.” The wolves glanced at each other with confused looks on their face but Jared smirked and shook his head. He’d known Paul the longest in the pack, next to Sam.

“Okay,” Embry said slowly. “Why were you late?” Maya took a deep breath and rolled her eyes.

“Keye came out to New York on my last night and we went out with a bunch of people from my cohort. One friend in particular, Noah, who Paul does not like and says is very much ‘into me’ also came. We got really drunk. Like really drunk,” Maya said. Seth’s eyes went wide at this expecting the worst but she pushed ahead. This was so stupid, “And Keye and I got so drunk that I guess we decided to spend the night at Noah’s.”

A few of them blew out low whistles. Jared let out a short barking laugh and Maya bristled a little. “Nothing. Happened.” She snapped, “We all fell asleep and I woke up at 9 the next morning and missed my flight. That’s IT. Totally innocent.”

The pack collective nodded at one another, some stared at their feet, and some mumbled in mild confusion as Maya looked around the group.

“Any questions?” she snapped again, daring one of them to say something. The wolves looked around at one another again, their faces reserved, uncertain until—

They all burst into booming laughter, throwing their heads back in absolute glee. Maya’s eyes went wide in surprise and then she clenched her jaw. Jared clutched his stomach and Collin, Embry, Brady, and Quil were buckling over and bumping into one another in their shared glee. Maya let out a huff of annoyance waiting for them to calm down. Seth was covering his eyes and leaning against the banister trying to get it together.

“Damn, didn’t realize you were such a stone cold player,” Collin wheezed with laughter.

“Yeah, who said you could be such a heartbreaker with your “platonic” sleepovers?” Quil emphasized the word platonic before continuing to buckle over.

“Out of all the things you could have done,” Jared managed, “You chose a sleepover with some math nerd and your best friend to tell us about?” Jared howled with laughter, clutching his stomach.

“We knew you liked to push Paul’s buttons, but this..this Maya,” Embry shook as tried to stifle his giggling, “Is a new height for you,” he chastised sarcastically. Maya was clenching her fists at her sides and the heat was slowly rising to her face.

“How could you?” Seth said, shaking his head in mock seriousness as tears of laughter twinkled in his eyes before Brady bumped into him.

“Watch out everyone, we got a baddie out here breaking hearts and taking names,” Collin quipped. Maya was starting to bristle.

“Okay, it’s not that fucking funny,” she quipped, but that only set them alight into new fits of laughter. Maya’s eyes widened, her annoyance starting to brim dangerously close to anger and she swatted at Quil who stumbled as he wiped tears from his eyes.

“Alright, that’s enough,” a warm voice sounded from the back of the house and Maya could see Paul leaning against the doorframe of the back door with his arms crossed over his chest. His shoulders were shaking gently in laughter and Maya warmed at the sight. The pack dispersed, still tittering with laughter. Seth patted her shoulder as he walked past and got back to work to sanding and staining the bannister. Maya’s eyes were glued to Paul as he watched her wiping his hands off with a damp towel. He smiled at her softly and it sent her heart hammering in her chest again. She tried to hold back her smile but it broke through anyway and she shook her head at him.

“I love you,” she mouthed at him.

“Love you too,” he mouthed back.

“Asshole,” she mouthed. Paul closed his eyes in gentle laughter before nodding his head and turning around to walk back to his project, giving her a wave over his shoulder. Maya rolled her eyes and turned around. There was enough to get done today without her sticking around for more ribbing from the pack anyway.

“Bye, Seth,” she waved and he waved back. Just as Maya clomped down the front porch stairs, she nearly ran into Emily who was heading up the pathway.

“Oh, Maya!” Emily’s eyes brightened with surprise as she juggled the bags of food. Maya immediately grabbed two off of her shoulder and heaved them onto her own. “Thanks,” Emily breathed a sigh of relief. “Here, come set these down,” she said as she walked into the house and toward the kitchen. Maya deposited the bags on the counter and started unpacking. “Thought I’d bring the boys some lunch since they’re almost done.” Maya nodded and started laying out sandwiches on the paper plates she brought.

“Oh, that reminds me!” she said turning and starting to fill up cups with lemonade, “Becks’ baby shower.”

“Oh,” Maya halted and went wide-eyed in surprise. “I…didn’t even think about that.” She felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up her neck as she internally berated herself for not even thinking about throwing her best friend a baby shower.

“It’s okay,” Emily waved her hand, “We’ve still got time. She’s not due until July, but I’m thinking we should throw it as a surprise?” Maya nodded a little more enthusiastically.

“Absolutely. Here?”

“Yeah, I think she’d like that. So how about the end of May? Does the 25th sound okay to you?” Emily asked nonchalantly as she passed a plate to Embry piled high with two sandwiches, chips, quinoa salad, and some chopped vegetables.

“Yeah, a week should be good to put something together for her. Thanks, Em,” Maya said, taking a bite of a chip.

“Good. You okay?” she asked in that softly maternal, non-intrusive tone of hers. It made Maya warm just hearing it.

“Absolutely,” she replied on an exhale. “Just getting back into the swing of things,” Maya motioned around herself and Emily let out a small laugh.

“I’m sure it’s a pretty sharp contrast to what you’ve been used to, but we’re glad to have you home,” she said as she came around the counter to envelope her in a hug. Maya relaxed into it and hugged her back.

“It’s fine really. I’m happy to be home. It just always just takes a second to adjust,” Maya laid her head on Emily’s shoulder as she gave her an extra squeeze before releasing her. Emily put both of her small hands on Maya’s cheek and beamed at her.

“You’re doing something none of us have ever done. It’s bound to have its ups and downs. You’ll figure it out,” Emily said before dropping her hands from Maya’s face. Maya let out a slow breath before nodding. “And for everything else, we’ve got you. Anywho, I’ll send you a list of some party ideas and we can divvy up some tasks, gather decorations, all that good stuff, yeah?”

“Sure thing, I’ll make a group chat.”

“Oh, perfect!” Emily said as if she hadn’t thought of that just yet. Maya already pulled out her phone and quickly added Keye, Kim, Sadie, and Emily before shooting a text to them.

With another quick goodbye and a wave, Maya was out the door and feeling a little lighter than she had coming in. Becks and Jacob would be back in a matter of hours and Maya still had a lot to do prior to their homecoming. And now with the baby shower to plan, she was already beginning to feel a little bit back to normal.

“Are we almost there?” Becks said, trying to tame the excitement in her voice. Jacob laughed lightly next to her in the driver's seat.

“Almost, honey,” he replied. Becks felt them pull off from the smooth concrete highway to a somewhat bumpier dirt road.

“Okay, good. Because I have gotta pee,” she smiled and touched the makeshift blindfold covering her eyes as she heard him chuckle warmly in response. She let her hand fall to rest absently on top of her stomach. Becks was rounding out seven months and felt it. Her doctor in Chicago had been pleased with her progress throughout the semester, tracking the baby at a little bit larger than usual into her third trimester, but overall she had managed it well.

There were a couple of times during the spring semester that her doctor had told her to minimize her stress as much as she could, but with being pregnant, away from home, and dealing with school, that was a long shot. Jacob had increased his time out in Chicago after Becks had laughed over the phone about her doctor’s recommendation. He had already been out there a ton—staying three out of the five days usually—but by the end of the semester, he was only checking in at the rez every couple of days and not straying too far.

Becks didn’t want to admit it, but it had helped having him there and having a place to go that wasn’t her dorm. Her roommate had been less than pleased to find out she’d be sharing a room with a pregnant teen this semester—something about cramping her style or head game Becks thought. When she’d left in January, she was determined to do this as much on her own as she could. She understood that now that Jake had decided to take over his rightful role as alpha, his attention would need to be divided.

But still, that didn’t stop Becks from calling him late at night just to hear his voice, or beaming from ear to ear and choking back a sob when he’d show up the next day to ferry her from class to the tiny apartment where he’d run her a bath and rub her feet and ask about her classes. He was just always there exactly when she needed him.

The little apartment just off campus that Jacob had secured for them was perfect. By the time spring break had rolled around, Becks had decided to stay there pretty much full-time, enjoying the relative quiet and shorter trip to the bathroom it afforded her.

The car rolled to a gentle stop and Becks couldn’t help but smile. “Ready?” Jacob said. She nodded enthusiastically and he popped open his drivers side door. The familiar smell of home washed over Becks momentarily, giving her goosebumps—evergreens, wet earth, a hint of salt, and warm pine. Jacob was there in a flash, opening her door and holding both of her arms as he helped her out down from the car. Once on her feet, he wrapped his arm down around her back, and steered her slowly forward.

Jacob had told her early on that he was building a home for both of them, but he’d kept the details pretty secret. Becks had been thrilled and overjoyed at the idea of a small little place to call their own. He’d told her she’d get to pick out some things once it was finished and had only asked her cryptically to choose between a few colors a couple of times. Whenever she tried to weasel more information though, he’d just give her his signature megawatt small and lean down to kiss her, sweeping most worries from her mind and temporarily making her head spin.

“Soon,” he’d say, cupping her cheeks warmly between his large, soft hands.

Now he’d positioned her ever so carefully on what Becks could feel was a stone walkway. Her breath hitched her throat in anticipation and she felt the baby shift inside her in response to her increased heart rate.

“Okay,” Jacob breathed, positioning himself behind her, his hands on either side of her stomach. She could hear a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Welcome home, babe.” He pulled the blindfold off in one gentle moment and Becks eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight.

This was…not the little shack in the woods she was expecting. The big beautiful two story home could have been sparkling in the low light of the the late May sun, wide windows stretching across whole swaths of the house. Becks gasped and took an automatic step forward, tears already welling in her eyes.

“Jacob!” she managed to gasp out with a squeak. “How did you—? When did you—?!” She was at a loss for words. Every little detail was accounted for, the small stone pathway dotted with flowers and ferns and garden lights leading up to wide, flat steps to an expansive poured concrete porch. A giant porch swing hung off to the right, it’s deep seat the size of a nearly a full bed and padded with a large linen cushion that could have been mistaken for a mattress.

The large bright wood door stood out beautifully against the dark blue of the home, with dark iron accents that matched the address numbers displayed next to the front door. The home was nestled nicely against the tree line, giving it a cozy, protected feel and Becks was overcome with just how beautiful it was. If the outside of the house looked this nice, she could only imagine how beautiful the inside would look.

“It took a lot of time, but I had a lot of help,” he said softly behind her, encasing her in his arms and splaying his hands across her belly as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. Becks automatically raised her hand to cup his cheek, her eyes still glued to the sight before her as tears clearly streamed down her round cheeks.

“Jacob, I–” she hiccuped and felt him gently rub his large hands soothingly across her belly. “This is so beautiful. No one has ever done anything close to something like this before.”

“I hope not, because I’d have to kick their butt,” he chuckled in her ear, that warm pleasing laugh that set her heart stuttering again.

“You built me a house,” she said breathless, her eyes still roving over the place she’d get to call home from now on.

“I did,” he said casually. “It was the least I could do, considering you’re building me a baby.” He stooped a little behind her to gather his hands underneath her belly and lifted gently, relieving some of the weight off of her lower back. Becks’ eyes fluttered closed momentarily and she let out an involuntary moan of relief before giggling. She loved it when he did that.

“Do you want to see the rest?” he said low in her ear, making her shiver. She turned her head to meet his eyes, the warm chocolate brown of his irises instantly setting her at ease. Becks nodded slowly and he smiled before kissing the tip of her nose. “Come on then.”

He led her forward, taking her hand and keeping his pace a little slower so she could keep up. Becks felt like a kid in a candy store. As she looked down at their joined hands, moving toward their house he had built for their family, she was nearly overcome. How had she gotten so lucky with destiny to be gifted this man (and this baby, even if the timing was a little off) so early in life? The imprint had been nothing short of a surprise, but she was so thankful for it everyday that she got to be with Jacob. And although she knew that some people around her thought she was giving up her dreams, Becks knew how she felt.

And there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

Maya and Paul had driven up to Seattle so he could take care of a few things in jumpstarting timelines for projects he would pick up from his hiatus. Maya had also wanted to get a few things for the baby shower, seeing as the limited stock in Forks and even Port Angeles wasn’t going to cut the party prowess she was going for.

They had arrived at the Bellevue shopping center around four and Maya had split off from Paul to go to a little baby boutique in search of the perfect gift for Becks. Paul had cited needing to talk to a shop owner here about some pieces he had commissioned and Maya had nodded distractedly before bounding off in search of the shop.

Now as she rounded the inside of the little shop for the tenth, filled with unique toys and gorgeous handwoven blankets, she smiled. It was all starting to feel real—this baby she means—and the thought didn’t even terrify her anymore.

When Becks and Jacob had showed up that evening after visiting the house, Becks had been absolutely aglow with excitement. Maya had squeezed her a tight hug before kneeling down to hug around her belly, squishing her cheek to the warm globe. Becks had laughed and Paul couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he watched Maya. When she had finally stood back up, Becks began to gush about the house and Jacob and Maya swelled with so much happiness she felt like she would burst. They had spent the rest of the evening tucked on the couch, online shopping for furniture, bedding, and cozy pillows before Jacob had ushered her upstairs to finally get some rest.

Maya scanned the back wall of the baby boutique store, trying to hone in on the exact right thing to get Becks. She was distracted to say the least with her hands on her hips and her eyes analyzing each and every item to determine if it screamed “Baby Becks” to her or not.

Just as she got to the end of her initial scan of items, she took a haphazard step back, still distracted by her utter concentration and bumped into a hard body.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Maya said gently, her eyes not fully connecting with the person she had bumped into before her eyes landed on the perfect bassinet. “Oh,” she said softly. The woman she bumped into waved her off politely and moved down onto another section, unperturbed and allowing Maya to fully indulge in the item before her.

The bassinet was a gorgeously woven basket affixed to sturdy, dark wood cherry legs. The basket was dark blue and white, woven with intricate patterns that reminded her of the quilts her mother made her growing up. The handles were expertly sown dark leather and the bassinet could easily be turned into a carrying basket if needed.

“Perfect,” she said to herself with a wide smile. She knew Becks would love it and just as she went to lean down and grab the large box it came in, a warm hand snaked around her waist. Maya glanced up quickly and smiled at Paul.

“Hey,” he said almost a little breathless, his shoulders tense.

“Hey, look at this! Isn’t it perfect?” Maya pointed to the bassinet as Paul tugged her a little closer to him before looking at the bassinet and nodded his head.

“Yeah, it’s great. Are you ready?” his eyes darted around the store and Maya quirked an eyebrow at him.

“You okay?” she said with a small laugh. Paul squeezed her hip gently and gave a weak smile.

“Yeah, just ready to get you home,” he said softly. “You want to get that for her then?” he nodded to the bassinet.

“Yes! I have a few other things behind the counter already too,” Maya said with excitement. She wasn’t sure why he was so tense but it didn’t dampen her mood. He leaned forward to grab the box with one hand while slipping his other hand into hers. Paul tugged her toward the checkout counter, his eyes glancing around at the customers. Maya watched as he let his eyes rest on an infant in a stroller just ahead of them in line, a nervous grimace settling on his face. Maya swallowed a giggle and bit her lip. He looked positively blanched and uncomfortable.

After checking out with a small fortune of baby gifts and decorations, Paul helped haul it to the car with Maya in tow. Safely tucked into the front seat, Paul shut his door and let out a long breath.

“I’ve never seen you like that,” Maya teased. He looked over at her, his face confused before she continued, “Do babies make you nervous or something?” Maya let out a little laugh and Paul closed his eyes tight and grinned broadly before turning the key over in the ignition. He let out a relaxed laugh as they pulled onto the main road before saying:

“Yeah, I forgot to mention, kids actually freak me out a little,” he glanced over at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “The sticky hands and pudgy fingers and toes. All those rolls?”

“Totally logical fear, I get it,” Maya said, nodding and looking out the window. Paul put a hand on Maya’s thigh and squeezed. She looked over at him and smiled.

“Hey, how about we take a trip?” Paul suggested.

“Hmm?” Maya’s eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah, you and me, off the rez for a little bit, and somewhere new. Just for a week and maybe around your birthday?” his smile was growing wide and warm. Maya’s heart fluttered.

“Do you think that’d be okay? I mean Becks is due in July, that might be cutting it kind of close,” Maya pondered. Paul shook his head and continued:

“Becks will be fine and we’ll go in enough time so we won’t miss anything. What do you think? Just you and me?” he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss. Maya nodded enthusiastically and gave an excited squeal.

A week-long getaway for her birthday with the man of her dreams? Absolutely. Maya’s mind already began turning over with ideas of where they could reasonably go for a week and get as far away from the rez as possible.

Maya loved her home, but she also loved the way her and Paul were more easily able to relax completely into the imprint when they weren’t there. Paul, always stressed with rounds, new threats, council demands, or helping guide his brothers was always a staple in their relationship. But outside of the rez, without the demands and the constant need to check in through the link, Paul was able to be more himself with Maya—the semi-stable, high-end carpenter that had plans and dreams and a life filled with love to lead.

The absence of Maya during the school year only laid bare how the stress of everything on the rez was taking its toll on him. Maya put her hand over his and squeezed it before smiling at him.

“Just us,” she said softly. Because there wouldn’t always be a “just them” in the future. Whether it was their family, the pack, or whatever other demands destiny wrought upon them—Maya would forever lunge at the chance to seek some small aspect of normal in their increasingly abnormal life. Even just for a week.

Maya was putting the finishing touches on the mantel as Becks finished getting ready upstairs with Keye when the doorbell rang. Excitedly, Maya bounded toward the front door of Becks and Jacob’s home, her long light off the shoulder blue sundress, dotted with white flowers and a dreamy slit edged with lace that ended mid thigh billowed out around her. When she pulled the heavy wooden door open, she beamed. Emily, her four beautiful children in tow, Kim, and Sadie greeted her happily. Emily touched the delicate baby’s breath carefully placed in Maya’s half updo and smiled.

It was not long after that that the house was brimming and bustling with excited chatter from tons of friends and family mulling around the house and exclaiming at the woodwork as Becks proudly showed them around.

The house was a little more furnished after Becks had settled into full on nesting mode. But Maya had made sure to bring over extra chairs and seating from the council meeting house since the rest of the furniture wouldn’t arrive before the baby shower. Maya had wonderfully decorated with cuttings from the ferns and evergreens that swathed the backyard in gloriously green filtered light. She hung simple streamers, hanging stars, and twinkle lights to give the home a cozy, bright feel.

Before the pack had left for cliff diving that morning, at Maya’s direction, they had freshly tilled a fresh ring of dirt in the backyard and lined it carefully with garden rocks, driftwood, and a few garden lanterns. Maya had set out cartons of dahlia’s, wildflowers, poppies, and lilacs for guests to plant while they were there as a collective house/baby gift to Becks.

After a couple of hours, the gifts were piled high on the foyer table from the pack, Becks’ family, the council, and friends. Becks sat pride of place in the high backed rattan rocking chair Paul had made for her that week. Maya excused herself to the kitchen to put together more snacks and watched happily as Becks laughed with friends and family gathered around her, a hand placed lovingly over her stomach. After refilling snacks in the living room in front of Becks and making sure she had enough water, Maya took a break from the chaos in the open-facing kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine.

She leaned against the kitchen counter watching the festivities unfold as a group of women popped celebratory poppers in the backyard to the delighted squeals of Emily’s kids, while others were crouched around the garden beds carefully planting the flowers. Keye sauntered in and hopped up on the counter before popping some blueberries into her mouth from a glass bowl.

“It’s wild huh?” Keye said. “Our best friend is about to have a baby. We’re still babies.” She said in a far off voice. Maya hummed her agreement and shook her head.

“It’s bound to keep happening. I’ve found that the longer I worry about change happening, the faster it tends to come. It’s probably easier if we just,” she looked over her shoulder at Keye, “Roll with it.”

Over the past week leading up to the baby shower, Maya couldn’t shake some sense of nervousness, like the other shoe was about to drop but there wasn’t anything to indicate something bad was actually about to happen. On the contrary, things were going exceedingly well. She’d spent a whole day with her mother off the reservation—something they hadn’t done in a long time together—and Maya had treated her to a shopping spree courtesy of Paul’s black card. They’d met up with her dad for dinner and things had felt more normal than they’d ever been, considering the previous rift.

Maya and Paul had fallen back into a good rhythm, his mood evening out the longer she was there. Even his packmates–Seth in particular—had admitted to Maya how much happier Paul was just knowing she was back at home waiting for him after rounds. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, her proximity was intimately tied to Paul’s wellbeing.

Each time he came home from rounds or deliveries or even just working out in his workshop in the backyard, he’d wrap Maya up in a warm hug, his large arms dwarfing her and making her feel delicate. He’d lower his head to his favorite spot in the crook of her neck and inhale, breathing her in. Or, he’d take a moment to kiss the top of her head and just hold her there as if he was still surprised she was standing in front of him. Maya would revel in these moments, placing both of her hands on the back of his neck and kiss from the side of his face to his neck, whispering lovingly into his ear.

Still, something within her stayed on alert. She chalked it up to paranoia or the impending birth of her best friend’s baby that would change everything. But still, that nagging feeling wouldn’t dissipate. She took another sip of wine, her eyes flitting toward the sound of Becks’ twinkling laughter. She looked so happy—happier than maybe Maya had ever seen her. Her heart swelled with emotion just at the sight. How could she be anything but overwhelmingly happy for her best friend? Becks was the kindest, bravest, and sweetest person she knew. She deserved everything happy and right in this world that they shared. Maya made a mental note to never doubt her best friend ever again—no matter the situation.

“How’s Jake been through all of this?” Miranda, one of Maya’s mother’s friends asked Becks in the living room. A group of them had been gathered around Becks sharing firstborn tips and advice for the past hour. Maya perked up at the question and walked over to stand just outside the circle of chairs, wine glass filling her hand.

Becks let out a happy sigh and closed her eyes for a moment, “He’s honestly been incredible. I don’t know how I would have gotten through this semester without him,” she said to the “awws” and tuts of approval around her, “He was out there every week. He even rented a little apartment just outside of the city that I could stay at on the weekends and sometimes during the week when he was there. It was such a relief to get a break from campus sometimes.”

“I’m surprised he was even willing to let you go in the first place,” Elder Mila interjected. Maya grimaced and quickly swallowed a gulp of wine. Becks smiled gently at Elder Mila before saying:

“He respected what was important to me at the time…And we made it work. I honestly think he would have been out there with me more if his responsibilities here weren’t so important. But even since we got back to the rez, he’s been very attentive,” she laughed a little at this. “I can’t even reach up to get a glass in the cupboard without him reaching around me and getting it for me,” she joked. The women around her smiled as if remembering some similar memory they all shared, “Still, it’s very very sweet.” She ran a hand over her belly. “We’re lucky he’s ours.” Becks said to her stomach.

“Gosh, I remember how Sam was with our first, too. He was everywhere all of the time. I thought he was going to have a heart attack every time I tried to climb the stairs by myself,” Emily giggled. Becks smiled so wide.

“Exactly! I might as well be made of glass. Sometimes, he just scoops me up and carries me up the stairs anyway. Which, honestly, I do not mind the break for my feet,” Becks said sweetly. Maya smiled around her glass of wine.

The party wound down naturally over the next hour or so and Maya and Keye began cleaning up just as the pack showed up. They descended on the leftover snacks, hoovering up the remaining sandwiches, meats and cheese, and fruit. They all smelled like damp earth and sea salt, their bodies already having evaporated any moisture.

Paul popped a grape into his mouth and patted Maya’s hip as Brady continued to regale them all with their cliff diving stories. Kim and Sadie were laughing as they took down some of the decorations and placed them neatly into a storage container.

Becks sat at one of the high-backed stools facing the kitchen island as Maya washed off some dishes in the sink, handing them to Keye who slotted them into the new dishwasher. The room was buzzing with warmth and happiness and Maya watched as Jacob leaned down to kiss the side of Becks’ head and whisper something in her ear that made her smile, her eyes closed in delight. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and held onto her stomach gently. They were the picture of happiness and Maya’s heart stuttered a little bit.

“Can we open presents now?” Luca whined as he and his younger brother picked through the pile of presents on the low foyer table in the front hall. Emily shifted her son Arlo higher up on her hip.

“Those are Aunt Becks’ presents, Luca. She’ll open them when she’s ready. We need to get home and start bedtime soon, anyway,” she chided. Sam sauntered over and scooped up the younger of the two into his arms as he squealed in delight. Luca let out a long whine in protest and Becks turned from her seat in the kitchen.

“How about I open just one and you get to pick it out?” she offered. Luca immediately brightened and set to work deciding on the best one. “Thank you so much again for putting this on for me,” Becks said.

“Emily was the one who reminded me that this was something you do,” Maya admitted bashfully.

“But you’re the one who put this whole thing together in under a week,” Emily replied.

“Regardless, thank you all so much, this means the world and I just—,” Becks choked up a little and had to pause. Jacob was smiling and chuckled a little. He’d watched her mood swings up close and personal for the past 6 months so this was nothing new, “Sorry,” Becks said as she swallowed hard as Jacob wipes the tears from her cheeks.

Maya couldn’t help but laugh a little and shake her head, “Of course, Becks. We love you. What are friends for, babe?”

“This one!” Luca appeared next to Becks holding a carefully and beautifully wrapped gift. It was expertly wrapped with silver wrapping paper, embossed with intricate patterns that glittered as you rolled it in the light. The exquisitely soft ribbon was like silver liquid.

“Wow,” Becks said.

“Who’s that from?” Maya was drying her hands off on a dish towel, her brow furrowed. She didn’t remember seeing such an expensive looking gift amongst the pile of homemade wrapping paper and bags overflowing with warm colored tissue paper. Paul was standing next to Maya, his hand on her lower back as he leaned on his elbow on the counter, his eyes also looking at the package curiously.

“I dunno,” Becks said as she carefully unwrapped the gift. Jacob was just as curious as Becks at this point. Once the ribbon fell away, the package nearly unwrapped itself in one beautiful unsheathing motion.

Becks opened the rectangular box to reveal a beautiful dark leather bound photo album, embossed with the gold lettering: The Black Family. Becks gasped. The leather album was beautiful and felt like butter in her hands. She ran her hand across the cover and carefully opened it. There was a small envelope tucked inside and Becks was quick to open it.

“Who—” She began, but then she read the delicate lettering, inked in careful script:

"Congratulations. We are so incredibly happy for you. In every stage of life, one often looks back before moving forward. See you soon."

The color instantly drained from Jacob’s face as he listened to Becks read the note, already knowing by the intricate family crest that graced the front of the card who it was from: the Cullens. His hand gripped the back of Becks’ chair so hard that he cracked the wood, causing Becks to jump and look at him with a concerned look.

“What is it?” she said in a soft voice.

“No way,” Jared said, his voice tinged in anger. Jacob was trying very hard not to see red at this moment. The space around them suddenly felt too open, too exposed and Jacob wanted to shield Becks with his large frame.

“Jacob,” she said, bringing a hand to his cheek. He had been looking at her the whole time but not focused on her face, a flash of sadness moved over his eyes before he snapped back to it, standing straight.

“I did pick up a scent in Seattle earlier this week when Maya and I were there,” Paul said firmly, arms crossed over his chest.

“What?” Maya replied incredulously. Paul glanced at her quickly, his face unreadable stone before training his eyes back to Jacob.

“How many?” Jacob asked, between gritted teeth. Paul shrugged.

“Hard to say considering how many people were around, but more than one I’d guess,” Paul confirmed.

“Was that why you wanted to get out of there so quickly?” Maya asked, but Quil interjected over her:

“Do you really think it’s them coming to town?”

“Or moving back,” Embry stated.

“They’ve barely been away long enough to have everyone forget them. It can’t just be because of Jacob can it?” Jared asked, confused.

“The card doesn’t necessarily mean they’re coming back for good,” Maya said, her eyes glued to Becks who was staring down at the card again, her face a mask of confusion.

“What exactly do you think ‘See you soon’ means?” Jacob’s voice was thick with sarcasm. Maya bristled at that but swallowed her angry retort.

“It means maybe they just want to see you and Becks…and the baby,” A low growl sounded in Jacob’s chest. “You said they were friendly, right? And you were close to Bella—”

“That doesn’t mean they don’t want something from me! From all of us. And I get to choose who is a part of my family’s life. They’re not owed it,” Jacob’s voice rose and Maya turned to stone.

“Hey,” Paul said, “Take it easy. Maya’s probably right. They’re probably just curious.”

“They’re not setting foot near my family!” Jacob seethed now. Embry put a hand on his shoulder to help calm him but his breath was coming in fast now and Maya automatically took a step back. Paul took a small step in front of her instinctually.

“We won’t let them. You know that,” Paul said in a low, calm voice. Jacob shut his eyes tight and nodded before steadying himself.

“I want to up our rounds, and pull round the clock watch on our perimeter until further notice,” Jacob said looking at each of his brothers. They all nodded as if they had a choice, but still they looked determined. Paul’s eyes met Maya’s and he looked tired. She gave him a sad, but reassuring smile and nodded at him.

More rounds meant less time together for the foreseeable future and that was already enough of a hurdle during the school year. But she was home, so at least the physical distance wouldn’t affect Paul as much. At least she hoped.

“Jacob,” Becks said gently. His mouth was set in a hard line and his eyes were almost black with anger. He cupped her face in his wide hands and swiped his thumbs across her cheeks.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he said gently. She shook her head at him almost imperceptibly, but as she opened her mouth to speak, he looked over her head and at his packmates. “Jared, Quil, and Embry, can you take the northeast perimeter? Seth, take the others along the northwest. Paul,” he dropped his hands from Becks face and turned toward him, “Can you do a sweep of the south corners this evening? I’ll join you in about an hour,” he said firmly.

Paul nodded curtly, “I want to get her home first, is that okay?” He nodded toward Maya.

“Of course,” Jacob confirmed. “Come on, honey.” He said to Becks as he gently tugged her down out of the chair. Jared, Seth, and the others were confabbing with Sam as Emily rubbed her eyes tiredly and started shuffling her kids toward the door. Sadie and Kim kissed Becks on the cheek as Jacob walked her toward the stairs and waved sadly at Maya as they helped Emily out the door.

“I don’t need an escort, babe. You can go,” Maya said as Paul blew out a low breath and took a step toward her. He wound his hands down onto her hips and tugged her close, pressing his chest against hers as he kissed her forehead.

“Noted, let’s go,” he motioned toward the front door.

“Keye, you coming?” Maya said as she looked over her shoulder. Keye was looking at her phone.

“Nah, my presence has been requested here,” she pointed toward the stairs. “Baby watch.” Maya smiled tightly and said,

“Call me if you need anything.” Paul shuffled her out the door and toward her Jeep. Maya went along with him, placing her hand over his that held tightly to her hip. He guided her protectively toward the car as if something would jump out at any moment and snatch her.

Once she was safely tucked in the car and on the short 10-minute drive home, Maya broached the topic carefully:

“Is this really bad? The Cullens coming back?” she said softly. Paul’s face looked worn and tired, his eyes trained to the road and darting at the tree line.

“Depends,” he said cryptically.

“On what?” Maya probed.

“The last time they were here a war almost broke out. It depends on if they’re actually coming back and for how long,” he said slowly, “But that’s not even the worst part.” Maya waited patiently for him to continue, “More vampires in the area means the potential for more kids phasing.” His grip tightened on the steering wheel. “The need to protect the tribe will be triggered. And the last thing we need is more kids getting drawn into this and having their lives changed forever.”

Maya could see the anger tensing his shoulders, the vein pulsing in his neck. “Let’s take it one step at a time,” Maya soothed.

Paul pulled into their driveway soon after and shut the car off. He didn’t immediately get out though and Maya’s hand hesitated over the door handle as she looked over at him.

“What is it?” she asked, a nervous tinge to her voice.

“I need you to listen to me,” he said in a low voice.

“What do you—” she began but he cut over her, turning sideways to look upon her full force.

“I need you to listen to me when I ask you stay put or go to Emily’s or watch over Becks. I need to keep you safe and I can only do that if you listen to me,” he was nearly pleading with her, but the demand was clear in his tone. The fire was alight in his eyes and Maya’s mouth parted in subtle surprise. “Do you understand?”

Maya watched him carefully for a moment. He looked…terrified. As if this was the first time he truly had something to lose. She nodded slowly.

“Maya,” he said firmly, prompting her to answer.

“Yes, babe, I hear you. I’ll listen,” she reached over and grabbed his hand. He squeezed her hand and nodded.

“Let’s go inside, I’ll need to leave pretty quick but I want to make sure everything’s good before I go.” He popped open the door and Maya followed, bundling her dress up into her hand to help her quickly make her way to the front door.

Once inside, he kissed the side of her head and said “Wait here” before he hurried off toward the backyard, flipping on lights as he went and glancing around as if an intruder would pop out from behind the couch. Maya blew out a breath and put her purse on the entryway table before pulling her phone out.

A new text from Becks was waiting and Maya opened it, glancing up to make sure Paul was still preoccupied with his sweep of the house.

From: Becks–7:42 p.m.Are you on lockdown?

From: Maya–7:55 p.m.What do you think?

B: Jesus, I’m sorry. Jacob is being really intense about this.

M: Paul said something about a war last time the Cullens were in town. Do you know anything about that?

B: A war? No. He hasn’t mentioned anything. But he’s really shaken up and I don’t want to push it. Do you think Paul would let you come over tomorrow?

M: Yeah, the protection around your place is probably going to be the highest anyway. I’ll ask, but we’re safest on the rez so I’m sure he’s not going to care.

B: Thanks. I’m just…a little worried and wanted to run something by you.

M:Sure. You okay?

B: Yeah, absolutely, just would rather talk about it in person. Thank you for today though, it was amazing.

M: You’re welcome babes. I’ll see you tomorrow. Tell Keye I said goodnight.

Maya looked up as she heard Paul clamber down the stairs toward her. He reached around her and locked the front door.

“All clear?” Maya teased. Paul gave her a firm look and pulled her closer.

“Stay put tonight,” he reminded, brushing some hair away from her face. She nodded.

“Got it. Hey, Becks just texted me and asked if I could come keep her company tomorrow. That’s okay, right?” she placed a hand on his chest and leaned forward to kiss her mouth softly before saying,

“Of course. You can be over there as much as you want. I’ll swing by to take you in the morning.”

“I think I can make it over there fine, Paul,” she said gently, but heaved a sigh when she saw the look on his face.

“I’d feel better taking you,” the look in his eye told her it was easiest to just say yes. Plus, she knew she’d get limited time with him this week with the increased rounds, so any excuse to spend more time with him was worth it.

“Fine, I’ll be ready by 9 tomorrow, okay?” she looped her arms up around his neck and he responded by dipping his head down to more easily connect his mouth with hers, flooding her nose with his warm, musky scent and making her squeeze her thighs together. When he pulled back, she said dreamily, “Can you stay for just 20 more minutes?”

He raised his eyebrows and laughed, that half hooded look of lust in his eyes as well. “I wish I could, but I’m already late as it is. I would have loved to peel this little sundress off of you though.” His index finger traced under the thin spaghetti strap and pushed it down her arm to kiss along her shoulder. Maya huffed out a wanting breath. She could already feel the ache between her legs growing. But all too quickly, he stood straight and pushed a small millimeter of space between them. “I gotta go,” he said in a gruff tone. Maya whined and flopped her head onto his chest. “I’ll see you in the morning, baby.” he rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head before he took a step back and helped her stand up straight. “Remember—”

“Stay put, I got it Paul,” she groaned. He smiled and kissed her one last time before turning to leave out of the backdoor. Maya crossed her arms and watched him disappear down the dark path and into the forest.

So much for getting back to normal. She thought.

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Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

Chapter: 14/?

Warnings: more heartbreak, underage drinking, swearing, steamy scene (no smut)

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Chapter 14

There was an intricacy to breakups that (Y/N) had not yet grasped. She wanted to feel everything at once. Rid her memory of all things Cullen for once and all.

But this type of heartbreak wasn’t like the others. It consumed you bit by bit. Chipping away at your very soul until there was nothing left but the shell of a person. It was the kind of heartbreak people wrote songs about, poetry about, books about. The kind that is forever etched into your mind as the one that altered the chemical composition of your being. The one that becomes a checkpoint for your life – there is you before the heartbreak and the you afterward.

(Y/N) didn’t want to feel all of that. She needed her life to go on as if nothing had happened. Maybe this was the push she needed to go to med school. Maybe this was the reason she moved out of state and traveled. Maybe this was the point in her life where all the good things came.

Nothing works out as one wants.

She fell into a vicious cycle.

She would wake. She would go to work. She would come home. She would cry. She would sleep. Then, she would wake again.

And somehow a whole month had gone by.

She would wake. She would work. She would cry. She would sleep. Every. Single. Day.

At some point, (Y/N) was made aware of Bella Swan’s similar status. The poor girl had suffered the same fate she had. It made her think they had been cursed. If there were vampires and werewolves, witches and curses didn’t seem like such a fantastical idea anymore.

Maybe that’s what the two Cullen men had done to them. Cursed them with their love. Their bittersweet love.

One thing kept playing in (Y/N)’s head. Words Carlisle had used to make sure the wound never closed. 'Just like your father.’ That sentence had been carved into her skin, sending shivers down her spine each time she remembered it. He was right. She had been resolute in the idea of leaving everyone she loved behind for him. For a simple man that cared more about his reputation than her heart.

It made her think too much of Joshua Uley. She had been very young when he left. With the years the image of him started fading from her memory. First, she couldn’t remember his voice. Then, his face blurred. Finally, she could not even remember how it felt to be hugged by him.

She knew Sam resembled him the most in appearance. Their mother would often cry about how much he reminded her of him. But she always said (Y/N) had his eyes and his soul.

“If only you both could have met him when we fell in love,” Allison would cry to them – inebriation aiding to her woes. “My little (Y/N), your heart is just like his was. But I know you are stronger.”

The girl had never understood what her mother had meant. Until now. She felt she was all the bad parts of her father. She was going to abandon her family in a selfish search for a life that made sense to her. No longer could she recall the way her father would read her to sleep; how he would kiss her wounds after getting them clean and wrapped; how he celebrated each time she came home with an outstanding grade. Now all she could recall were the bad things he did. The way he acted when he would drink; how he would fight with her mother when he thought the kids weren’t listening; how he left his family without a second thought.

Glimpses of her childhood flooded her mind. Her brain nitpicking at the specific bad moments she felt identified with.

That particular Saturday one memory stood out. She remembered every time her father would get angry, specifically the thing he would do right after. In the entrance hallway closet, there was a floorboard that was loose. Inside, Joshua would store a collection of liquor bottles hidden from the eyes of his family. (Y/N) had once investigated the hiding place. At her young age, she had no idea what the liquids were, but she knew it made her father act out of the ordinary and be led by his emotions.

Maybe that was what she needed at the moment, she thought. There could not be any other reason for her brain to concoct that memory now - (Y/N) had not spared a thought for her father in over a decade. Maybe what she needed was the liquid that made everyone speak their mind, even if unwillingly. The bitter nectar that could make her father shift from anger to sadness, to disappointment in a matter of minutes. That’s what she needed. To feel everything at once and purge it all out of her system. Surely that was the way she would get over losing a life with Carlisle Cullen.

She was by herself that day. Her mother had pulled a double shift at work and would not be back until the early hours of the morning. So, she headed to the closet in hopes that she had been the only one to discover the secret hideout.

The door of the closet creaked as she swung it open, the sound hurting her ears. If someone else had been in the house, they would have most definitely heard it. The small room was unassuming. Good enough to store the thick jackets they would need for winter as well as some lighter ones for the rest of the year. Boxes were piled at the top on a shelf, and shoes and bags were thrown about on the floor.

Her eyes quickly were transfixed on the wooden board from the corner that slightly stuck out. To anyone else, it would simply look like it needed to be pushed down, but (Y/N) knew the reason it never was.

She had taken a flathead screwdriver and used that to jam it into the space between the floorboard and the emptiness underneath, prying the old plank open. And just like she had remembered, half a dozen bottles of an assortment of liquor bottles were strung on the floor. Most of them were halfway done, the others only a quarter of liquid was left in them.

(Y/N) lifted one that she recognized. The label reading vodka reminded her of the one and only time she had had alcohol in her system. A stupid weekend afternoon in her school where her roommate had decided to sneak in a bottle after Christmas break. She had brought it back from her home and had told everyone that her parents had allowed her to drink whilst she was home.

It had been reckless and stupid, and she had ended up puking all night, promising she would never drink again.

But she also remembered how it was the first time that she truly felt homesick. Well, she had always felt a bit homesick, but that was the first time she outwardly expressed it. For her – at that time, at least – emotions were too much of a distraction. They kept her from striving forward, doing whatever she had to do to earn the best education possible. And so, she repressed everything. Until she downed half the bottle of vodka her roommate had brought back.

So, she drank.

And she would continue to drink for the next two weeks during the times she was by herself. The next weekend, she paid a guy twenty bucks to get her enough bottles of vodka from the store to get her through the month. It was stupid and reckless, but that was exactly how she felt.

She hid the bottles under the same floorboard her father would. Sneaking around to take a small swig before she would go to bed; hiding a drink after she came home from work; spending the days she was alone drinking and crying.

The next Saturday after the first time she found the bottles was no different. (Y/N) took hold of two bottles, placing the wooden floorboard down just as she had found it. She did not want her mother to find anything awry, not even herself.

So, at two in the afternoon she started to drink.

The first swig of the bottle always went down roughly. It burned all the way from her throat until it hit her empty stomach. She knew the feeling would be almost instantaneous. Without any food in her system and no water intake, her head would be swaying after the third sip from the bottle.

She didn’t mind the burn. She welcomed the almost unbearable sting the alcohol left. It wasn’t as strong as she had remembered the drink to be, but it was good enough for its purpose. She would feel it all. She would fill the vast nothingness she felt inside. She would drink until she forgot.

Four hours and two bottles completely drained later, (Y/N) lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling as it spun around her. Tears fell from her eyes, but she didn’t necessarily feel like crying. They simply fell. She also felt tired, but not tired enough to fall asleep. She was tired of feeling dread. She was tired of grieving. She was tired of yearning for something that would never be hers.

“Did you know you could actually die from heartbreak?” (Y/N) spoke to no one in particular. She was by herself. Completely alone. “It’s true. It’s called broken heart syndrome. It’s when a stressful event makes the body release a massive surge of adrenaline and noradrenaline causing the small arteries that supply blood to the heart to narrow, decreasing blood flow to the heart. It’s rare that someone would die from this. But it doesn’t mean it can’t happen,” she sighed for a pause and continued. “I never understood this until now. I questioned how anyone could care so much about something – someone – that their own body knows when that person hurts them. The heart becomes weaker when that person decides to trample all over it. Can you imagine? What would people say?!”

And then she laughed. She laughed until her stomach hurt. Because how stupid did she feel? Promising her future to someone so unpredictable, so volatile. Someone she had no idea existed until a few months before.

Then, she cried. Because she felt stupid. For considering abandoning her mother, and her brother. For considering spending eternity with someone that did not deserve it. Someone that had been so careless with her heart – with her love.

Her cries were so loud she did not hear the sound of the front door as it opened.

Paul had been walking down the street after coming back to Sam’s house after a useless patrol. The Cullens were gone, he had thought, what was the need to keep on the lookout? He was bored. Sure, he detested the bloodsuckers, but he liked the thrill of threatening them when they walked too close to the treaty line, the adrenaline that rushed through him as he rushed after one of them when he smelt them from afar, the dreaming that one day one of them would step out of line and he could sink his teeth into one of them. Now, it was no fun.

As he walked, he kicked a pebble down the street. There was only one person he wanted to spend time with, but she was slightly preoccupied with getting over one of the cold ones. To him it was easy. He was a man that could never give her the life she deserved. Someone who would simply bring her into a life of hiding, a life she wasn’t made for.

In Paul’s mind, (Y/N) was made for grandeur. She was meant to save people, to make a name for herself in the medical community. She was meant to make it out of their little town and move on to bigger, greater things.

What Carlisle had done was be a coward in Paul’s eyes. The man had it all. Money, power, a united family, and the best woman out there. He literally had it all. And threw it all away at the first sign of trouble. Paul knew his money wouldn’t suffer; he would always have his standing between his people; his family would follow him wherever he went. But (Y/N). (Y/N) was collateral damage to him. He had taken what he wanted and thrown her aside. If he hated the Cullens, this stuck the nail in the coffin.

It had been a month since he had spoken to her. A month and a half since he had seen her completely break down in front of him over a man that was not worth it. So many days had been robbed from them, their friendship. Days he could have used to rekindle their relationship, to transform it. So much time that had been stolen by Carlisle Cullen and his cowardly actions.

“If she’d give me a chance, I would make sure she knew how lucky I was to have her by my side,” Paul had said one night at the beach to Jared, babbling on as he normally did when speaking of (Y/N). “That bloodsucker has no idea what he’s let go of. Either way, she deserves so much better.”

“And that’s you?” Jared asked between laughs. “I don’t think I need to remind you, but she did choose him at some point in time. Even after your lousy attempt at swaying her to you.”

“I could be everything she didn’t know she needed.”

Paul grinned at the memory, the same way he had grinned that night because he truly believed his words.

In his reminiscence, Paul heard sobs. A heart-wrenching sound that he had grown to know. He’d heard it but a month ago, and he would hear it every night he walked by her window. It was a sound he wished he could erase from his memory and take from her repertoire.

Many times, he’d listened to her cry until she would fall asleep, never getting closer under direct orders from Sam. This was her heartbreak to navigate, Sam had told her. There is not much they could do about it.

But this time was different. Her cries were mixed with a sharp smell, one he could not tie to (Y/N), but one he remembered well from his times in high school. A dangerous weapon when in a state of sadness.

Paul walked up the creaky stairs of the porch, pressing his ear to the front door to confirm the cries that emanated from the other side. His hand checked the doorknob to find it unlocked, and without much preamble, he walked in.

(Y/N) was on the floor in the middle of the dark living room, clutching her chest and crying. Empty bottles of vodka surrounded the girl. The smell hit the wolf right away, burning his nostrils. It was a devastatingly heartbreaking scene.

“Why?” (Y/N) cried, not yet noticing Paul’s presence. “I f-fucking loved you.”

“(Y/N)?” Paul called out startling the inebriated girl. She sat up quickly and clutched her head as she clearly felt the wooziness from the alcohol. “What’re you doing?”

“W-why ‘r you here?” she slurred. “W-why?”

“I could hear and smell you from outside, (Y/N).” He was worried. Not only was he hurt to see his friend like that, but it surprised him to the lengths she was going to forget that Cullen man. It was reckless. “What’s going on,

“I’m a fucking mess, Paul.” She looked defeated. Completely and utterly defeated. “I-I wanna forget him. I wanna rip every piece of my skin he touched. I wanna incinerate every single memory I have of him. I wanna rid my body and my soul of anything I put his name on. I wanna fucking detest him.”

“This isn’t the way to do it, (Y/N). It’s barely six in the afternoon and you are drunk out of your mind. How long have you been like this?”

“Why do you care? I can do whatever I want,” she continued to slur her words. “I’m going to feel everything I need to feel and forget him. Forget he ever existed. Forget anything that he made me feel.”

(Y/N) crashed onto Paul’s chest as she continued to cry. Her emotions quickly flipped between anger and sorrow, unable to control the fast switch. She felt completely out of control, unable to moderate how her feelings came out. But it was better than feeling a suffocating nothing.

Just like the first night, she cried on Paul as he rubbed comforting circles on her back to calm her down.

“Tell me what I can do,” he whispered into her ear. “What can I do to help you through this, (Y/N)? I can’t stand to see you like this.”

She didn’t know how to answer. There wasn’t much she was sure of those days. Still, she felt an overwhelming feeling creep into her. As she lifted her head and stared into Paul’s eyes, she couldn’t help but lean forward, crashing her lips onto his.

It was warm, she thought. Unbearably warm. The kiss was sloppy and unskilled, messy, and hungry. Maybe it wasn’t what she wanted but it was what she felt she needed at that moment. Because she needed to forget. And with just enough distractions she could maybe do just that. Forget.

(Y/N) moved her body until she was on top of Paul, straddling his lap. Her hands grasped at the short hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to her. It made her whole body ignite with a fire she had not felt in a while. She craved physical touch, intimacy, and sexual desire. And Paul could give her that. She wanted to forget how comforting the cold had become to her. She wanted to be warm – burning hot. (Y/N) wanted the complete opposite of who and what Carlisle was.

She wanted more.

Her hands dropped to the hem of Paul’s white wifebeater, pulling it off his torso, then landing on his toned chest. She ran them through his muscles, her fingers tracing the Quileute tattoo that adorned his arm. She felt intoxicated by something stronger than the alcohol running through her body. Something that edged the bad decisions on, tempting her to let her intrusive thoughts win.

Feeling unsatisfied with how slow everything was going, (Y/N) dove her hands down as she kissed Paul’s jaw and neck, fumbling for the button on his pants. That was until Paul took hold of her shaking hands.

“What’re we doing here, (Y/N)?” He was breathing hard, unable to stabilize his breath properly. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m sober enough to make my own decisions,” she retorted. “Plus, they say to get over someone you should get under someone else. So, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“So I’m just your rebound.”

“Gods, Paul! When did you get so sentimental?” (Y/N) said exasperated. Getting up, she threw his shirt at his chest trying in any way to let out her frustration. “I thought this was something you wanted.”

“Not like this,” he said. His response was unnaturally soft. Paul could see how much (Y/N) was hurting, and as much as he wanted nothing more than to be this close to her in any way possible, he could not do it this way. “(Y/N), you’re drunk and emotional. I can’t do this when I know you’re not in your right headspace.”

“Why do you care where my head is? It’s just sex.”

“If tomorrow you feel the same way, then we can talk. But I simply can’t,” he responded. “I care too much about you to let you do something you might regret when you’re in this state. Let’s get you to bed, (Y/N). What you need is to sleep.”

“What if I went somewhere else to get what I want?” It was clear that she wanted to hurt him, push him to the edge until eventually, he broke. Her subconscious mind told her it was wrong. To manipulate his feelings this way was the worse thing she could do to someone she cared about so much. But her alcohol-subdued mind spat whatever it could to get what it wanted. “Maybe I’ll call up Jared. Maybe even Jake might jump at the request. I honestly could not care less.”

His eyes softened at her as she spewed those empty threats. Paul knew where they were coming from a place of pain and need. Even if they did hurt him, he understood that this (Y/N) was not the one he loved. She was a mask put on to hide her true feelings.

“Look, (Y/N). I would bring down the fucking moon for you if you asked,” he whispered as he closed the distance between them. His hands landed softly on both sides of her face, shifting her lowered gaze to meet his. “If you want to go sleep with the first guy you see, that’s your prerogative. But I can’t let you do that when your decisions are being made when you are absolutely fucked up. As your best friend, I won’t allow it.”

(Y/N) stared into Paul’s eyes, defeat slowly taking over. He was right. Completely right.

Then, the waterworks came once more.

“I just want it to stop,” she cried. “I want to get over him. I want to go on as if nothing ever happened because it hurts. It hurts so fucking much.”

“I know,” he said. “And it will keep hurting for some time, but this is not the way to do it.”

“It’s a way,” she whispered. “I’m tired.”

“Let’s get you to bed and we can try and talk tomorrow. How about that?”

Finally giving up, (Y/N) allowed Paul to guide her to her room. She snuggled herself into bed as Paul set a glass of water and two aspirins on the bedside table. It was a nurturing side to Paul she had not seen before, or simply had not noticed. He cared for her just like she had cared for him when they were little.

“Make sure you drink this as soon as you wake up.” She nodded in response. Too tired to talk anymore. “And, (Y/N). Don’t make any bad decisions while I’m not around.”

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